Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The Rain Roars
The rain roars down
A lions last attempt
To eviscerate
The zebra of sun
From the jungle of cracks
In the pavement
A whip crack of water
Slashing holes
In lawns, borders
Ants dive for cover
In the jungle of cracks
In the pavement
Not realising
They seal their own doom
Hear the rumble
The crackle
The inevitability
Not thunder
Or lightning
Just rain, rain, rain,
Flooding in and filling
Every space
Pouring between bins
Banging on the flu pipe
Rattling in the vents
And sealing the jungle
Of cracks
In the pavement.
You Can.
Self doubt can be a crippling thing and believe me when I say I understand that not everything is achievable, whether that’s due to energy levels, mental health, or other obstacles.
But don’t ever let anyone tell you what your story has to be. You are the one who decides what you can do, or at least in partnership with those who are truly on your team.
I’ve just signed a book contract for a project about living a greener, more sustainable life as a Pagan. I’m so excited about this, as it feels like a great way to contribute towards our community.
I’ve also started working completely freelance, as some of you know. The first two months have been, well, challenging financially, but I’ve stuck at it and now have regular work writing about health and nutrition.
I have a lot of great support and I don’t pretend I could do any of those things without it. Thank you, and I hope that whatever your dreams are, that you have a way to move closer to them becoming a reality!💕
Online Beltane Green Festival!
Join in from the comfort of your own home! Saturday 4th May from 10.00 am. Check out the line-up:
Beltane Blogging
I noticed that I don’t tend to blog about Beltane?
I was puzzled by this as I always celebrate Beltane. Some years that’s a full blown ritual. Some years it’s quiet contemplation. The year Pagan Portals: Celtic Witchcraft was released, I took the hopes and wishes of those from my book launch and performed magic to help those dreams come true, using the energy from Beltane fires.
So why, when I look back on my previous writing, is there a conspicuous gap in May?
Maybe it’s because I’m so busy doing, I forget to record and share my experiences. This is a good thing, I suppose. It’s good to realise I’m walking the walk, as well as talking the talk! It’s made me realise, though, that there’s so much more I could be sharing with you, the faithful follower.
This could be my resolution for the best turn of the wheel: to share more of what I do, rather than just what I think about. This Beltane I am:
Cleaning altars and refreshing sacred spaces.
Having a quiet, personal ritual.
Talking sustainability at the Pagan Federation Online Beltane Green Festival.
Spending time in nature with my tribe.
Writing.
How do you spend your Beltane? What would you like to know about Beltane?
The Eildon Tree
My May Day poem on the Moon Books Blog:
NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry
Don’t be late
Tie your shoes
Shut the gate
Please don’t lose
Keys again
It’s the end
Help your mum
Help your friend
Shut your mouth
Now speak up
Louder please
Fill your cup
Homework done?
Pens in pot
Eat that dinner
While it’s hot
Cool your temper
Cool your beans
Who knows what
That even means
So much conflict
Such demand
Emotions fraying
Out of hand
Is it any wonder
You get angry
Is it any wonder
You fight back
Good for you.
And long may
It continue.
NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Fresh Look
I never realised
How other people see you
So kind
So warm
So thoughtful
I need to slip
Behind their eyes
And look at you
Afresh.
NaPoWriMo Day 19: Opportunity
See a door closing
Thrust your toe, jam it open;
Crow bar it wider.
Mabh Savage 