Three things cannot be long hidden: the Sun, the Moon, and the truth. ~ Siddhartha Gautama (the Buddha) The Moon reached Her juicy fullness this morning at 7:09am, Eastern time. When the Sun is in the sign of Taurus, the Full Moon is in Scorpio. Although she will be slipping into the sign of Sagittarius … Read more
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.— William Shakespeare Beltane, the counterpart to Samhain, which Pagans and Witches south of the Equator are now celebrating, is one of the Greater Wiccan Sabbats and is usually celebrated on May … Read more
Lady in Field of Lilies, Octavio OcampoFlower God, God Of The Springby Robert Louis Stevenson Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,Here I wander in AprilCold, grey-headed; and still to myHeart, Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer,Spring, song-leader in woods, chorally resonant;Spring, flower-planter in meadows,Child-conductor … Read more
The glowing Ruby should adornThose who in warm July are bornThen will they be exempt and freeFrom love’s doubt and anxiety. — Traditional The first day of every month is sacred to Hestia (known in Rome as Vesta), the Goddess of the Hearth. With the Graces, Hestia was always honored first, before all others. She … Read more
Hanged up in houses,it doth very well attemper the aire,coole and make fresh the place to the delightand comfort of such as are therein. — John Gerard, 1597 As our days fill with the gift of Summer’s lush ripening, beloved Thalia, the Grace of Mirth and Flowering, continues to teach us. In the hot, summery … Read more
Foxglove, Foxglove,What do you see? The cool green woodland, the fat velvet bee; Hey, Mr Bumble, I’ve honey here for thee! Foxglove, Foxglove,What see you now?” The soft summer moonlight On bracken, grass, and bough; And all the fairies dancing As only they know how. ~ The Song of the Foxglove Fairy, by Cecily M. … Read more
The garden with its little gate of green,Invites you to enter, and view mysteries unseen,Its vine laden bowers and overhanging trees,The air filled with sweetness, the hum of the bees,The flagged walks with Iris galore,Of most beautiful coloring, unknown before,Pink, white, purple, yellow, azure blue,Mixed and mingled of every hue,You come away wondering, can more … Read more
Wild Iris at Dawn – © Galen RowellIn your neat garden iris growsBright yellow, mauve – in stately rows.This one you’ve picked is a lovely thing,I know it brightens up our spring. But in the forest, springtime’s child,A purple iris growing wild,Can melt my heart as spring melts snow,It’s spoilt me for the sort you … Read more
A CALL OF THE SIDHEby A. E.Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s gloryGay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leaveMore dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story. Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming.Dream unto dream may pass: deep in … Read more