As I look up at the crescent of the Moon slowly climbing over the sentinel pines in the Eastern sky I am reminded of what a magical place we live. Maine is not without its eyesores, something that can be… Continue Reading →
Faerie Tidings: The Great Ostara Egg-Hunt by Starcat and BlackLion We scooch down, level with the table top, squinting our eyes and tilting our heads to note any changes in the eggs resting in the glass bowl. The Spring Equinox… Continue Reading →
Faerie Tidings: The Seeds of Imbolc by BlackLion and Starcat Nestled in the cozy cottage, though the cold, wintry winds still blow, we enjoy the hearth fire as our cat friends curl nearby. We sip our late-morning cups of chamomile… Continue Reading →
So we completed our second annual Weaving ritual this past weekend. I have to say, I am totally amazed at the sense of community and connection that we were able to create. I don’t believe I have ever been in… Continue Reading →
Faerie Tidings: Midsummer’s Full Moon by BlackLion and Starcat We pick up our baskets, getting ready to forage for berries and herbs. Before we leave, we make a last check of our ocean-side encampment and its midsummer decorations. Maude the… 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 →
Within Paganism we have a seemingly endless list of traditions – and within those traditions, endless variation of practices. Paganism is a living dynamic spiritual path and this can make it very challenging to craft a definition of Paganism people… 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 →
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