Category: Trees

  • Winter


    Tonight, in the alluring Barrington Mountains -3 degrees. Snow sparkles under the winter stars on the floor of the forest. Crunchy hoofs, paws, claws, and feet, weaving and leaving their mark in the verdant jungle of the many fallen branches. As the waxing moon builds and glimmers both in and on the scales of Libra,…

  • Lugh’s Harvest Ends

    Lugh’s Harvest Ends

    Healing forest waters……bringing back the the abundant life that was so parched by the years of drought and fires. Morning light captures the beauty of Nature in all Her sweet rawness. We now walk…..with the mornings fog…..and dew on the land……towards the west gate…..opposite the place of the rising sun in the east that gave…

  • Alive!


    Everything around you is fully alive, believe it. Tell stories to rocks and stones, sing to trees, start conversations with birds, whisper to the clouds. Build relationships. You’ll never be lonely again.

  • The Wattle King!

    The Wattle King!

    As the wheel turns….The beautiful Sun Lord, the Wattle King returns to the bush…the waxing forces are emerging on the land early this year…as the quickening has started, the sap is stirring….as we tread the compass towards Candlemass….the Wassail Bowl now empty, we are turning from the dark tide, celebrating the longer days and the…

  • Wattle Day

    Wattle Day

    Happy Wattle Day Folks…as winter lays down behind us and we skip towards the stirrings of spring, blossoms bursting forth, saps are swirling, and our beings respond, it’s time for you to burst forward from the shadows of the past year and embrace a life of brightness and growth, may your move towards the spring…

  • One

    Every part of this Land is sacred to the people I hold close to my heart, Every single gum leaf, coastal cliff, mountain valley, and desert, Every vapour of eucalyptus, peppermint, tea tree and fire. Every taste of mountain devil and callistemon on my lips sweet desire. Every single gum tree carries the memories of…

  • Magic

    My magic operates from depth and simplicity. I have been shown there really is an abyss of light in the simplest faith, belief and love. Often lost on the intellectuals, perhaps the simplest and most popular truths are also the deepest. ~~ Astarté

  • Wintertime Reaping

    Wintertime Reaping

    We have experienced our rattling perennial August winds here at the farm for the last couple of weeks. At times it’s been difficult to be outside in it, especially as we have the William’s river all around us in almost a circle, it blows even harder. I am always looking for opportunities from Nature, and…

  • Preparing for Winter Solstice

    I went for a small ramble this afternoon with the intention of eventually going to the elderly old pine tree on this property. I wanted to remove some pinion resin from its generous trunk for my midwinter observance, I was thankful to find just enough. The scent filled my senses with all things of Yule…