Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. — Lao Tzu As the powerful perigee Moon of January wanes, we are invited to simplify and attune to the Winter’s quiet around us. Of course, if you are in … Read more
Winterby Danica Lee, Age 11Sanford, NC© Stone Soup Magazine The flowers callTheir last farewellTo the woodsAs winter comesTo wilt their petals. The snow fallsUpon brown leavesFallen on the roofsOf houses strungWith sparkling lights. The crisp airAnd glittering frostThe little puffs of breathAnd mugs of steamy teaOnly come in winter.
Goddess Rest, Ye Merry Gentlefolk.Today I share with you a gift created by my friends,Joanna Powell Colbert and her husband, Craig. Peace on Earth. Good will to all. Please visit Joanna’s website here.
Brothers, Sisters, Come and SingTo the tune of Hark the Herald, Angels Sing I.Brothers, sisters, come and singGlory to the new-born King!Gardens peaceful, forests wildCelebrate the Winter Child! Now the time of growing starts!Joyful hands and joyful hearts!Cheer the Yule log as it burns!Once again, the Sun returns, Brothers, sisters, come and sing!Glory to the … Read more
If the human race wishes to have a prolonged and indefinite period of material prosperity, they have only got to behave in a peaceful and helpful way toward one another. — Winston ChurchillI had a wickedly funny video I was going to share with you today, but having thought some more about it, I believe … Read more
Tonight, we light the fourth candle of our Solstice Sunwheel. It is not too late to join this ritual, even if you have not done so before. Instructions can be found here. Our Intention:Let our intention be that we will shine with the Light of understanding and truth. Let our Light awaken what is best … Read more
ON WINTER’S MARGINMary Oliver On winter’s margin, see the small birds nowWith half-forged memories come flocking homeTo gardens famous for their charity.The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veinsHang at the entrance to the silent wood. With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;By time snow’s down, the birds amassed will singLike children … Read more