by Beth on April 28, 2013
With thanks to my heart-sister Diane Driver, who shared this with me. Remember – poetry is the world’s oldest form of magickal spell, and is meant to be read aloud. A Sighting by Connie Wanek The gray owl had seen us and had fled but not far. We followed noiselessly, driving him from pine to [...]
by Beth on February 1, 2013
Once again, as I have for many years, I am joining in the Poetry for Brigid Festival. This is an annual world-wide event in honor of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Goddess of healing, smithcraft, and poetry (to name a few of Her purviews). It is held throughout Imbolc, since Her traditional feast day [...]
by Beth on January 20, 2013
Swanlight ~ John O’Donohue © 2001 If it could say itself January Might brighten its syllables on the frost Of these first New Year days whose cold is blue. Meanwhile in this corner of its silence A weak winter sun lowers down behind The moor that rises away from the lake. Beyond reach of light, [...]
by Beth on October 24, 2012
Dance is the fastest, most direct route to the truth. ~ Gabrielle Roth Noted musician, author, recording artist, philosopher, shaman of transformation, and beloved dancer, Gabrielle Roth, has died. Founder of Raven Recordings and The Moving Center School, creator of the 5Rhythms™ movement system, and with 20 albums of percussive-centered dance music to her credit, she was also [...]
by Beth on October 7, 2012
I just love this old favorite by William Cullen Bryant. It captures the essence of the days we’ve been enduring — sizzling, oppressive heat that begs for a breeze. Although this poem looks a bit longish, remember that poetry is the oldest form of spell-casting and is meant to be read aloud. May it invoke [...]
I thought and thought and thought about what pithy, powerful poetry I might post today for my Solar Return. But this, as it has in past years, suits me just fine. (ps: If you’d like to help me celebrate my birthday, please donate a little (or a lot) to my dearest Cherry Hill Seminary). See [...]
I have already heard this poem several times this week, in celebration of the Solstice. I have even posted it myself, some three Summers ago. But I can think of few others more perfect for this magical time. Speaking at least for myself, its question is one I keep spiraling back to, with ever renewing [...]
Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two [...]
Queen of all given powers unveiled clear light unfailing woman wearing brilliance cherished in heaven and earth chosen, sanctified in heaven you grand in your adornments crowned with your beloved goodness rightfully you are High Priestess… ~ Enheduanna translated by Betty DeShong Meador, Inanna, Lady of the Largest Heart © University of Texas Press, Austin [...]