Category: Nature

Merry Lúnasa

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/

Navigating the Bumps

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”

In the Garden

Just a few of the things in my garden right now.

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed

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”

COVID-19 So Far

I’ve been meaning to keep a bit of a journal because in years to come, I’ll want to look back and remember what was going on now. If I don’t write it down, the anxiety and constant dealing with stuff will wash away the… Continue Reading “COVID-19 So Far”

Spring Equinox Online Moot

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”

Rose Petals

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?

Keep Turning the Lights Off

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”

Thursday Thoughts…

Thursday Thoughts…