Today I’d planned to continue our explorations of harvest lore, specifically making corn dollies, but instead, I feel the urgency of this occasion to share these words from two of my dear teachers with you. The Three Candles, Marc Chagall Words from Starhawk:September 11, 2001: Hecate sits on her tripod at the crossroads in the … Read more
Happy birthday today to Starhawk – gifted writer, earth-healer activist, and witch. Starhawk is one of the most respected voices in modern earth-based spirituality and a founding Mother of the Reclaiming tradition of Witchcraft. She is also well-known as a global justice activist and organizer, whose work and writings have been directed at awakening the … Read more
Today is the last day of the month, and so is sacred to the great Triple Goddess, Hecate. On this day, we honor the Her as Queen of the Night and the Goddess of Witches. Hecate is a protector of women, mighty advocate for the disenfranchised, and She who guards the crossroads. It is She … Read more
Spring ChantBy Ivo Dominguez, Jr Joy In The Gold Buds Of Spring.Passion In The Greening Leaf,Joy In The Rising Day.Passion Neath The Glowing Moon,Come Swelling Tides Of Spring.Fill Me With The Promise Of Green. The Spring rites continue as many Pagans and Witches will be gathering over this weekend to celebrate the Full Moon Esbat … Read more
Blessings of Imbolc This is the great moment in the Wheel of the Year when we take note of the first stirrings of Spring. Though snow may still blanket the ground in some places, and storms are sure to continue, the light is growing stronger every day, and new signs of the return of life … Read more
The last day of the month (and the year) is sacred to Hecate. Hecate is the Goddess of Witches and the psychopomp, who shows the way to those crossing to the lands of the dead. As such She is the Guardian of the Crossroads (specifically, all mundane road crossings as well as the crossroads between … Read more
©The glorious art of Willow ArleneaWe have come to be dancedNot the pretty danceNot the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me danceBut the claw our way back into the bellyOf the sacred, sensual animal danceThe unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box danceThe holding the precious moment in the palmsOf our hands and feet … Read more
A Harvest Idylby John Greenleaf Whittier For Susanna Martin I call the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our native river lapsed away, We dreamed it over, while the thrushes madeSongs of their own, and the great pine-trees laidOn warm noonlights the masses of their shade. And … Read more
Many thanks to M. Macha Nightmare, for her excellent and important wake up call. (Although, as she points out, and as our mutual friend Oak would have noted, “mistakes were made”).Nevertheless, let us not lose sight of the message, for it is a desperately important one. For every reason I can imagine – from the … Read more
Do you seek the road to Faeryland?I’ll tell; it’s easy, quite.Wait till a yellow moon gets upO’er purple seas by night,And gilds a shining pathwayThat is sparkling diamond bright. Then, if no evil power be nighTo thwart you, out of spite,And if you know the very wordsTo cast a spell of might,You get upon a … Read more