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.
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.
Each Lughnasadh, it’s my tradition to share this sublime Mary Oliver poem. Let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.
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!
Tonight, the doors between our mundane, human realm and the real, primal worlds fly open. Dance into enchantment, with the blessings of the Ancestors.
With glad hearts we receive the blessing of Spring’s arrival. Here are some spells and ancient practices, for you to weave your magickal celebrations.
Hail and welcome, blessed Imbolc. The time of our rebirth and renewal has come. There are so many ways to celebrate this magical day. Stop by and see.
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!
The night is our teacher, our healer, and it is absolutely necessary if we are to know peace. Be blessed by the holy darkness of this Mother Night.
Tonight we welcome our friends who are celebrating Christmas only, and will light their 1st candle. If you’re including Solstice, it’s Candle Two.