This equinox lead up has been a melting pot of fiery sunsets, a huge and glimmering moon for three nights, and an unhealthy dose of insomnia. Colour me not surprised to find out that many of my magical colleagues have also been kept awake… Continue Reading “Autumn Equinox: Reflect, Relax, Rejuvenate”
It’s not easy, being green She laughs, and tosses hair of flame Whilst directing me to clean up Alder trees Wasteland Abandoned buddleia Whilst nudging me up the hillside Starting compost piles Feeding the birds And not just the “pretty” ones As I place… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 4 – Piety”
Wishing you all a wonderful first harvest weekend, whether you celebrate Lúnasa, Lammas or Yorkshire Day! All three have meaning for me, but Lúnasa is the festival I celebrate most. Click the link for a poem named for Samildánach, one of Lugh’s epithets. https://mabhsavage.com/2018/08/01/samildanach/
It’s a Friday evening. I’m cuddled up next to my toddler who is drinking milk and getting ready to sleep. I feel something, a sense of nostalgia for something I’m that isn’t happened yet; a familiar yet inexplicable feeling. Then the clouds start to… Continue Reading “Navigating the Bumps”
Just a few of the things in my garden right now.
A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”
Anyone who is excited for the spring equinox and who loves trees, come along to our online moot next week! With crowds and gatherings not being a great idea right now, the Pagan Federation have decided to help you celebrate the Spring Equinox from… Continue Reading “Spring Equinox Online Moot”
Drying out rose petals from an almost dead bouquet in a single layer. Once dried, they’ll be kept in an airtight jar or displayed in a pretty bowl- like this one! Can anyone identify the other two flowers already drying out in there?
I sometimes feel In the singular Even in my own home Flicking switches Tightening taps Rinsing our eggshells Crushing them Like brittle dreams But over time My way is becoming The way Save the jars Scrub and recycle the plastic Make towers of tubs… Continue Reading “Keep Turning the Lights Off”