Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
My beloved, your heart filled intimacy and spirituality offers me a joyous perfume that transcends my humble being ❤ © Astarté Earthwise
Two of Cups
With the patience of the mighty forest oak, The known calm silence before the storm. I await the exceptional of special moments. Feeling the tranquil stillness of predawn. As you turn your precious face to the North, Holy man, wise one, proud Celtic to the bone. I’m calling you longingly homeward my Irish lad, Homeward…
The Power of the Heart
I choose you dearest kind Druid man, from up Ireland way Charming accent, from the place of my ancestors, McRae Be my travelling companion, come, come fly with me. Our wings moving in unison hold on handsome, and you will see. Soaring hand in hand, soul on soul, my heart is your home, Nature’s beauty,…
Hecate’s womb awaits all
With love to all the abused ones, for we are kith…. We have to walk back into the darkness of the pain and the hurt child, hold them, love them, take all year if you have to, write, cry, create, cry, meditate, cry, chant, cry, journal, cry, sing, till the tears stop, and then we…
Hemlock Tree Magic
In 2001 my retreat and haven from the heat and stress of a city was 3 hours south of New York on the east coast of the United States. There on sacred ground in the Alleghenies Mountains, set aside in perpetuity as a Sanctuary for Nature… and Her People, was the lasting home for Earth…
With Awareness, Compassion & Empathy
Lay down whatever is bothering you, breathe in the fresh air and LISTEN to this story. Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life.
“Lang may yer lum reek” This Scottish saying becomes “Long may your chimney smoke” meaning ‘May you live long and keep well’.
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…
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