Deepest Autumn Blessings for the New Year
The afternoon shadows call to me, they stretch out across the lawn and the paddocks before me. I hear a frog behind me; the breeze is gently blowing from the south-east. Afternoons like… Continue reading
The afternoon shadows call to me, they stretch out across the lawn and the paddocks before me. I hear a frog behind me; the breeze is gently blowing from the south-east. Afternoons like… Continue reading
The shadows of the morning mist, beckon me outside. I leave my desk and follow the mornings call. The softness of the rolling, falling mist meets my skin, refreshing, invigorating, I breathe it… Continue reading
The shadows of the morning mist, beckon me outside. I leave my desk and follow the mornings call. The softness of the rolling, falling mist meets my skin, refreshing, invigorating, I breathe it… Continue reading
Working with the ancestors requires and appreciation of paradox, all potential and nothing exists simultaneously for as the old Witch saying goes. “Truth is most oft found twixt the horns.”
“Put the magnifying glass down and pick up the mirror”
Behind you, the path twists from side to side, like a serpent, and before you it rises and falls like the waves of the sea. But beneath your feet, the path is straight… Continue reading
The “general” Traditional Pagan worldview is simple, indeed; it says, very basically, that: -The Land under our feet and all around us is the presence of a most sacred, living reality; -That we… Continue reading