Walking With the Ancestors

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. — Thornton Wilder With this week’s New Moon that follows the celebration of the First Harvest, we now transition into the Fall quarter of the year. “Fall?!?” you say. I know, I know. Here in North … Read more

Blessings of Lughnassadh Eve

When in still air and still in summertime A leaf has had enough of this, it seems To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage Its drifting in detachment down the road. — Howard Nemerov, Threshold This is the eve of Lughnassadh, also called Lammas in the Christian revision of the Pagan … Read more

Blessings of Litha – The Summer Soltstice

Glory of the Day-Star, hail! Lifter of the Light, Burnisher of the Sky. Gifts of love to earth are bringing, Summer’s shimmer, dew’s delight. Dancing be the heart within us, Open be our souls to bliss, Courage vanquish every shadow, Greet Midsummer with a kiss. – Greeting to the Summer Solstice from Celtic Devotional – … Read more

Blessings of Beltane Eve!

This May Eve, as I burn, Year wheel take another turn. Fire flame and fire bright, Bless us on this May Eve night. Today is May Eve, Walpurgisnacht, Beltane Eve! One of the most magical nights of the year, in Germany, Walpurgisnacht begins at sunrise today and ends at sunrise on the first day of … Read more

Ostara Blessings!

Welcome Spring! Awake, thou wintry earth — Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth Your ancient gladness! — Thomas Blackburn Today is the Vernal Equinox in the northern hemisphere, and Autumn Equinox in lands below the equator. We are all experiencing the same phenomenon: the daylight and the darkness are in balance. The … Read more

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