Turn Your Face to the Holy Sun! Joyful Litha Has Now Come!
Blessed Litha! Now we align with the ways of our ancestors, and join together to protect our descendants. On this day, we honor the Turning.
Druid
Wishing You a Blessed Midsummer’s Eve!
Tonight is a powerful magical cusp, as we come to this holy threshold. The Wheel of Time turns, the Light reaches its climax. Celebrate with me.
It’s Midsummer’s Eve, So Let Us Make Merry – We Dance This Night With the Magick of Faery!
Tonight is a powerful magical cusp, as we come to this holy threshold. The Wheel of Time turns, the Light reaches its climax. Celebrate with me.
Joy to the World, The Light Is Born! Merry Yule!
Rejoice, for the magical gifts of Winter Solstice await. Join with us in merry measure, and visit here for spells, lore, and Yuletide treasure.
Wishing You the Deep Blessings of Midsummer’s Eve
It’s Midsummer’s Eve, so make merry; dance tonight with the blessings of Faery! Magickal fire in the cauldron burns, now the Wheel of the Year turns.
Justice To Be in Equal Measure, Mabon’s Thankfulness Is Our Call
Generous be the heart within us, Open be our hands to all. Justice to be in equal measure, Harvest thankfulness our call. Wishing you a blessed Mabon.
Blessings of Midsummer – Merry Litha, Happy Solstice. It’s Time to Step Up
Blessed Litha to one and all! It’s time to wield our magick! Awaken and tell the trees! Share everywhere! Let’s use our powers for tree-mendous good!
Strike the Harp and Join the Chorus! Wishing You a Very Merry Yule!
Rejoice! The decline of the light is over, and rebirth is at hand! On this most universal and oldest known holy day of all humanity, joy to the world!
March 17th At Our House: A Retraction, But Still No To Patrick
Whatever your heritage, let’s make this a day to uphold the light of Lady Liberty for all peace-loving immigrants seeking a better life here.
Rejoice! Ostara Blessings!
A Seed for Spring Equinox ©Annie Finch Thrusting through the season where I’d waited for spring, tucking up my head, I felt the slanted weight of clouds pressing through the sky above me down towards this grave, till I feel the earth around the place my head has lain under winter’s touch, and it crumbles. … Read more