Glimpsing the ocean, she remembers herself. At night she dreams of bones dancing in the old growth. In the daytime she lives in a state of chronic fuming. She hears her name in a raven’s call. The hot sun faintly stirs the heat resting between her thighs. She smells her scent when rain soaks the…Read more »

The fires of Beltane blaze fierce in the night filling the darkness with warmth and with light The veil is parting and whispers are heard “Submit to desire as your passion returns…” Beltane honours the miracle of Life. Occurring just as Summer begins to rise, the energies of Earth are at the most creative and active. …Read more »

I love these kinds of mornings, clouds are heavy and gray, it will inevitably rain. The air is still and smells rich with soil and of puddles in the forest. The birds sing loudly and there is an eeriness to their song in this slightly gloomy time. It is still warm enough to drink my…Read more »

Imbolc; that time of year when She is waking up, blessing the seeds and the tools needed for planting.  The time when we honour Brighid and tend to what has been germinating our own deep souls over the winter months, preparing for the inevitable growth that comes in the Spring. This is a wonderful time…Read more »

She stood upon the feverish sands, with lonely heart, and empty hands, as the mists gently offered damp kisses to her cheeks. The wind aroused her crimson tresses to dance like the folds of silken dresses, upon the breeze that cooled her disheartened countenance. The sea heaved truly before her, akin to the lover who…Read more »

A tight knot loosens and she can breathe. Her lungs releasing air in a surge from her lips – holding breath can end badly. When the letting go happens and the air finds a way, in the emptiness between the silent invisible space, there is possibility. In the small space where no one waits, there…Read more »

Mother Goddess descends her throne gives reign over to the Crone. Death sweeps across the earth making way for rebirth. Cerridwen I beseech you grant passage to your hall the dead spirits I sustain grant passage to them all… All within the good earth sleeps and gentle Mother does retreat to her chamber in the mound…Read more »