This was shared here on the blog by Laurie, back in May of 2007. She is also known as Libra Moon and is a poet and visionary of the highest order. Blessings to you, Laurie. ~ B. In the garden rags and broken bits, trailing paper ribbons, shards and excrement, weave a picture, a scene … Read more
I am dedicating my post today to my workshop participants, who will be exploring the magic of the Green Realm with me this afternoon, as well as all who cherish their gardens. ~ B. A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time … Read more
Beauteous flowers why do we spreadUpon the monuments of the dead?Nothing they but dust can show,Or bones that hasten to be so.Crown me with roses whilst I live —Now your wines and ointments give;After death I nothing crave,Let me alive my pleasures have!All are Stoics in the grave. — Anacreaon (554 – 469 B.C.E.) Roses … Read more
One may live without bread, not without roses. — Jean Richepin The Grace Thalia guides us onward, as we tour the magical garden. We are deepening our friendship with the Queen of the Garden, the rose. For millennia, the rose has been woven into the fabric of myth and legend in nearly every civilization. An … Read more
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet growsQuite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with elgantine. — William Shakespeare The lovely Grace Thalia guides us onward, as we tour the magical garden. She reminds us that flowers, the Good Folk, and magick have been woven together for … Read more
Tasha Tudor, Children’s Book Illustrator, Dies at 92 Excerpted from The New York TimesBy DOUGLAS MARTIN Published: June 20, 2008 Tasha Tudor, a children’s illustrator whose pastel watercolors and delicately penciled lines depicted an idyllic, old-fashioned vision of the 19th-century way of life she famously pursued — including weaving, spinning, gathering eggs and milking goats … Read more
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there.— Francis Thompson (1859-1907)Like those moments when other riders are climbing on and off of a Ferris wheel, we have slowly come to the very top of our ride and pause here for a few moments more. We know the descent … Read more
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy … Read more
Visioning – ©Susan Seddon Boulet I rise in silence, steadfast in the elements with thought a smoke-blue veil drawn round me. Seasons clothe me in laurel and bittersweet, in ice but my heart is constant… –– Marilou Awiakta, © Smoky Mountain-Woman As the magic of Summer Solstice approaches, the activity of the Faery folk increases … Read more
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.I do know how to pay attention, how to fall downinto the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,which is what I have been doing all day.Tell me, what else should I have done? — Mary … Read more