Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: Nature
Birds at Bealtaine
Bealtaine 2022 As is traditional, we started our Bealtaine celebrations last night. Bealtaine, never Beltane, to honour the very living Irish traditions (and language!) the word comes from. Yes, I’ve called it Beltane in the past. No, I shouldn’t have done. When you know… Continue Reading “Birds at Bealtaine”
Moon Day Mondays
Waxing Crescent – First Quarter Last night it seemed so bright and strong A bow of light A bower capable of Lifting the world As I glided home along motorways Lokabrenna searing my eyes By my side the whole way Orion’s companion A torch… Continue Reading “Moon Day Mondays”
Imbolg
Brigid came on the wind Blessing the brat bhríde Soaking it with cool rain Not quite winter waters Not quite springtime showers Tears from that in-between Liminal state of season A grief, a keening for the darkness Slowly washing away In the inevitable turn… Continue Reading “Imbolg”
Monday: Moon Day
I’ve been thinking a lot about the different aspects of my Pagan path lately. One of the things that has been constant since I was very young is my fascination with the moon. I think it’s the fact that the power of the moon… Continue Reading “Monday: Moon Day”
Cold Moon
January’s full moon has many traditional names, from Wolf Moon in America to Old Moon, Snow Moon, or Cold Moon in Europe. I like Cold Moon – it’s frosty right now in Yorkshire, not snowy, and January is a deep, cold month. It encourages… Continue Reading “Cold Moon”
Autumn Equinox: Reflect, Relax, Rejuvenate
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”
NaPoWriMo Day 4 – Piety
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”
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”
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