You are sitting in a small meadow, waiting with many others for the Beltane ritual to begin. Your feet are bare in the grass, a soft, green carpet, and you run your soles over the smoothness. A grasshopper bounds away… Continue Reading →
To Summer So fresh and green, the rolling hills, Exulting ‘neath the daystar’s heat; Growing wild as Nature wills The peas and apples, the golden wheat. All the creatures born in Spring Explore the reaches of their domain On… Continue Reading →
Maiden, Mother, Crone and Warrior Sweetest Maiden Sister, Lover of the wild, In all respects a blossoming And happy little child. We name you Springtime Maiden, Treading softly through the trees, Awakening the flowers, Your laughter on the breeze…. Continue Reading →
Stuff A Compilation Article from Maine Pagan Digest [Ed note: The opinions expressed here are from many different people, so the subjective “I” is not specific to one person. Good luck!] The Holidays are behind us, to which many of… Continue Reading →
Imbolc lays before us deep As all the world lies still, asleep. And in this time of seeming death, We’re livened by Midwinter’s breath. The celebration of this time Is done with stories, song and rhyme. Here in Winter’s deepest… Continue Reading →
It is a cold Imbolc day in the countryside, and wintertime restlessness has made your feet wish to wander. Bundling yourself up against the chill, you don thick socks, warm long underthings, a heavy jacket, mittens, boots, and a hat…. Continue Reading →
The Lady of Yule On the night of Yule The stars shone like jewels In a sky that was clear as black glass I was walking through woods And stopped where I stood With my heart in a seeming… Continue Reading →
With stately grace and slow, the Winter Queen walks the sleeping land. All has been measured and counted in; the Earth is now at rest. It is not without love that she brings the cold season, but a deep need… Continue Reading →
In the darkness, I hear the wind. It speaks in a timeless language that I have all but forgotten except in my dreams. Here and there a familiar word but all is confusion and mystery. I feel left out, uninformed…. Continue Reading →
In this night where veils are thinnest and the cries of our Beloved Dead can be heard across waves of time, think upon the past, see where your feet have trodden, and learn from the landmarks and trail blazes… Continue Reading →
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