Doing a bit of last minute research before my appearance on Radio 4’s Beyond Belief, being recorded on Wednesday.
See the hole right through the middle? That’s what makes this a witchstone, or hagstone. Traditionally associated with magic, they are used as protection from various evils, including to protect sailors from drowning. The hole is formed by the ocean and the particles therein… Continue Reading “She Gave me a Witchstone”
Joyous Alban Elfed, the light on the water. Happy first day of autumn, according to many almanacs. Merry Mabon, to those who honour this name. Happy Harvest Home, the last grain being stored. However and why ever you celebrate, may this moment of balance… Continue Reading “Merry Autumn Equinox!”
A card is pulled A sphere Leaning to the side Of mercy. Our animal self Howls at it Barks at it Gnashes shark teeth But we can’t control The master of tides We fear the path Between the two towers Yet walk it we… Continue Reading “The Moon”
Photo by me, Magpie through a rainy window, copyright 2017. One for Sorrow Two for Joy Three for a Girl Four for a Boy Five for Silver Six for Gold Seven for a Secret Ne’er to be told. Ok, most of us will know… Continue Reading “Magpies”
My second book, Pagan Portals: Celtic Witchcraft, is on offer on Kindle for £2.79 at the moment. Get it here.
Some time back Nathan (seven) and I decided we wanted something in the front hall way that brightened the place up, and showed the changing of the seasons. I dug out this lovely, eastern style lantern with different nature images on each panel, and… Continue Reading “Season Tree”
Hello all, I hope you are enjoying the first touches of autumn and the first tentative fingers of the fall. Our lawn is already dotted with yellow birch leaves, and the odd ink cap that appears magically overnight. The blackberries are dragging the brambles… Continue Reading “September Pagan Pages Now Up!”
These little beauties all came to pick at the crumbs left by fellow bank holiday revellers. I was on the seafront at Hornsea, resting my weary bones after a meander on the wet and glorious beach. As I sat quietly, the martins waited until… Continue Reading “House Martins”