Blessings of Imbolc!

Fire of dawn-light in Her hair, Fire flows like milk from Her hands. Fire of bright promise in Her springing step, Fire of the flame in Her eyes. A blessing on Your hearthfire, On Your gift of words, On the brightness of Your sacred body, A blessing on Your flame. — Cait Johnson Blessings for … Read more

The Transformation of the Crone

There, at the foot of the tree, belonging to no man, A silver apple falls. There, amongst the branches, the mother sits. Weaver of dreams against the weft of the wood, Insight falls like gentle rain on a moon-bathed garden. — Song to Hecate, by Alison Jones Now we make ready for the great festival … Read more

Imbolc Blessings!

Wishing you a most joyous This is the great moment in the Wheel of the Year when we welcome the first stirrings of Spring. Though snow may still blanket the ground in many places, and storms are sure to continue, the light is growing stronger every day, and new signs of the return of life … Read more

Guidance

©Andrea GattiWeaving our wayBetween the WorldsAwakening, we touch the Source.And when we dream,And when we open,We remember who we are. — SpiralHeart Witchcamp, 2005, author unknown We in the northern hemisphere are certainly feeling the power of Winter’s grip and yet next week, we will celebrate the holiday that marks the first stirrings of Spring’s … Read more

In Between

Between two worlds life hovers like a star,twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge. — Lord Byron This week, we find ourselves standing in a magical doorway. Last week, a new dawn came to America, and its light is already spreading to the wider world. Transformation is beginning. And next week, we will celebrate … Read more

Ceremonial of Quietness

As I watch the stars of evening, and in the morning open my window toward the east, I shall observe the Ceremonial of quietness of heart, of simplicity, and poise of spirit, that I may keep my soul and the souls of others free from entanglements in the machinery of the day.— Ceremonials of Common … Read more

Preparing for Imbolc

Triple Goddess, © BriarThere, at the foot of the tree, belonging to no man,A silver apple falls.There, amongst the branches, the mother sits.Weaver of dreams against the weft of the wood,Insight falls like gentle rain on a moon-bathed garden.— Song to Hecate, by Alison Jones Now is the time to prepare for Imbolc, sometimes called … Read more