by Beth on January 31, 2010
There, at the foot of the tree, belonging to no man, A silver apple falls. There, amongst the branches, the mother sits. Weaver of dreams against the weft of the wood, Insight falls like gentle rain on a moon-bathed garden. – Song to Hecate, by Alison Jones Now we make ready for the great festival [...]
by Beth on February 2, 2009
Wishing you a most joyous This is the great moment in the Wheel of the Year when we welcome the first stirrings of Spring. Though snow may still blanket the ground in many places, and storms are sure to continue, the light is growing stronger every day, and new signs of the return of life [...]
by Beth on January 28, 2009
©Andrea GattiWeaving our wayBetween the WorldsAwakening, we touch the Source.And when we dream,And when we open,We remember who we are. — SpiralHeart Witchcamp, 2005, author unknown We in the northern hemisphere are certainly feeling the power of Winter’s grip and yet next week, we will celebrate the holiday that marks the first stirrings of Spring’s [...]
by Beth on January 27, 2009
Between two worlds life hovers like a star,twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge. — Lord Byron This week, we find ourselves standing in a magical doorway. Last week, a new dawn came to America, and its light is already spreading to the wider world. Transformation is beginning. And next week, we will celebrate [...]
by Beth on January 13, 2009
As I watch the stars of evening, and in the morning open my window toward the east, I shall observe the Ceremonial of quietness of heart, of simplicity, and poise of spirit, that I may keep my soul and the souls of others free from entanglements in the machinery of the day.– Ceremonials of Common [...]
by Beth on February 6, 2008
Dark of the MoonNew beginningsDark of the MoonPlant a seed tonightDark of the MoonWhat we envisionWill come to be by the Full Moon’s light. Our journey to a deeper experience of the Graces and the Virtues is now well underway. On this magical New Moon, which also brings a Solar Eclipse, we have a moment [...]
by Beth on January 31, 2008
Triple Goddess, © BriarThere, at the foot of the tree, belonging to no man,A silver apple falls.There, amongst the branches, the mother sits.Weaver of dreams against the weft of the wood,Insight falls like gentle rain on a moon-bathed garden.– Song to Hecate, by Alison Jones Now is the time to prepare for Imbolc, sometimes called [...]