Sanctuary
Marry the frost curled tight in the hollow bottom of the winter birch. Moss cushioned in the crackling dead leaves, bracken and grass. Warm in the brown greeny circle. Safe in the wooden heart of the...
View ArticleImbolc – Candlemas
Imbolc – the full belly of the sheep. Here in Wales there are more sheep than people. Now there are knubby small lambs out in the cold. Traditionally this was the time when, as the days lengthened,...
View ArticleHaving been truly blessed
Like spring rain falling gently into my mind The cool sweet shower drenches my thoughts with light and joy - cleansing them of strain and useless striving. Leaving peace like the scent of countryside...
View ArticleInner Journey
Today I will be absent. Ashes will gather on the hearth and dirty dishes fill the sink. It is cold – my icy fingers clutch my coffee mug for warmth. The open windows admit the birdsong and the chill....
View ArticleThis is true
Hard headed Stony faced Woman Bone strong Bears the brunt and grinds down the days determinedly. Closer to life herself. Her hands in shit, and snot, and blood – the stuff of “Being” Knowing her...
View ArticleRelinquishing Winter
Throughout the winter my spiritual rituals centre on fire and light – an instinctual attempt at creating a balance to the dark days. By and large I spend my time in a cosy, isolated retreat –...
View ArticleGift of Today
A colder, greyer day today. No horizon out at sea. No treetops on the hill. Sweet scented smoke swirls between the beams. Beads of water – moondrops on the cabbage leaves as blackbirds carol and...
View ArticleApril Rain
Slate grey sky Rain falling Birds calling soft harmonies. The holy light of candle flame on stone The scented smoke rising in the stillness of the air. Today my living room becomes a chapel to the...
View ArticleMay Day – Calan Mae – Beltane.
May Day is traditionally celebrated when the May blossom appears on the Hawthorn trees. Hawthorn is an important tree spiritually – surrounded by myth and legend. Oak, Ash and Hawthorn are the three...
View ArticleThanks to the Goddess
For the chain of days - The jewel mornings - pearl, ruby and emerald, I thank the Goddess. For the beauty of bird song, the wind in the trees, the swallows on the way to Rhuddlan, I thank the Goddess....
View ArticleCall to the Crones
Where are the owls Blodeuwedd? Called into the smoky trees of Summer? Calling in the daytime. Songs of desolation. Where are the hares? The horses? Epona? The chalky grassland has abandoned them. We,...
View ArticleLammas
The festival of the first fruits – the beginning of the harvest. Time to give thanks to the Green Goddess and John Barleycorn. Traditionally bilberries and blackberries would be picked. Bread...
View ArticleEarth Song
I listen to the earth song The humming of the land. Wind howling round the eaves And in the trees. On the shore the sea Rushes, gulls cry Seals echo eerily. Rain falls, drumming, pattering, Streaming...
View ArticleThis is the Dark Time
This is the dark time, burn the candles, Light the fires and wait. The year is turning. This is the dark time, Time of dreams and magic – time to go inside and seek the treasure in our souls. This is...
View ArticleMorning Joy
Snow flakes fall amongst the crocuses and daffodils as candle light and crystal stain the day. The quiet crackle of the coals, the scent of coffee and the purring of the hot, black cat call forth the...
View ArticleSpring Equinox
The Equinox is coming. The year is turning over – light replacing dark. This is a time of change – unsettling – stirring. I have mixed feelings about it – equal longings for the dark days of winter...
View ArticleThe Equinox is Coming
The cool air carries a thin hint of fennel on this early Autumn morning as I sit outside sipping smoky black coffee. A yellow leaf falls from a birch tree. The church bell chimes in the village. This...
View ArticleOctober Song
Today the Autumn whistles through me - Brown, grey and scarlet branched - It rustles in my soul. Crows cry and stone crumbles, Dark descends and depths of energy flare incandescent in the shadow of the...
View ArticleBryn Celli Ddu
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View ArticleWinter Time
I live in the shadows Watch Breathing in The deep eternal silence – Lungs folding And unfolding Flowerlike. I burn sage for cleansing Rose incense for love Sitting in the hare light And...
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