Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
My Sacred Space
This is a small part of my sacred indoor space. This particular section is dedicated to the Morrigan, and at times Badb, Macha and Nemain. Sometimes they come together; sometimes they are one; sometimes they are separate beings.
The skull reminds me of my own mortality, but also of our interconnectednesss with all other life. The Morrigan was closely associated with cattle, so I hope she forgives this sheep skull, which doesn’t speak too loudly to her own tales. It does, however, remind me of how close she is to death, and her ability to transform into one animal then another, and never to take any living thing for granted because of this.
The crow is her bird. It is Badb, flying across the battlefield. It is Nemain, shrieking until warriors fall dead. It is mystery, magic, and intelligence mixed with mischief.
The ribbons are the colours that I most closely associate with Irish Celtic magic; red for blood, the visceral, and the sign of magic about to happen. Black for boundaries and liminality. White for creatures from the underworld. These ribbons are entwined with green, and form a success charm that my parents made for me.
Please feel free to ask questions!
Feeding the Birds
Re-sharing for #mondayblogs as we’ve been feeding the birds more and more recently, now it’s becoming colder. We’ve also inadvertently been feeding the squirrels too. Read the original post here.
Alliteration Haiku
Alliteration Always and about adrift
Apex aptly aced.
#nationalpoetryday
Reasons to love Autumn…
Certainly the amazing sunrise on the way to work. The entire landscape brushed with gold.
I’m now sitting in my garden, listening to the tiny rustle of invisible creatures, watching a harvest man dashing across the flags, and breathing cool, crisp air with just a touch of the coming winter in its future.
Interview on Kitchen Witch Blog
I had a lovely chat with the folks at the Kitchen Witch Blog… Click here!
Apperley Bridge Marina- Open Day
Apperley Bridge Marina in West Yorkshire held a fantastic open day yesterday, to celebrate the bicentennial anniversary of the Leeds Liverpool canal.
Kirsten Savage, my sister and wonderful cover artist for Pagan Portals: Celtic Witchcraft, joined me at a small small selling my book, her art, and some lovely hand made whistles and runestones crafted by our dad.
The sun battled with strong winds which threatened to have the canvases all over the marina! It was a gorgeous day though, I’m looking forward to the next event here. The marina itself is beautiful, there are plenty of birds (see the swans above) and plenty of quiet spots to sit and reflect.
Summer Adventures: Temple Newsam
Jim, Nathan and I made the most of the sun by heading down to Temple Newsam Home Farm in Leeds.
Nathan befriended a sheep and was freaked out by the apiary, which I, conversely, found fascinating. We saw baby rabbits, squirrels and had a magpie visit our lunch table. Less than a tenner for all four of us, not bad value considering the smiles we got out of it. All in all a lovely day.
By the Sea
Under windswept trees
I close my eyes
I am surrounded by the seas.
Oceanic,
Sweeping over
Through
Beyond me.
Beeches,
No beaches
But the waves are the same.
White horses gallop
Through my tired mind.
I am surrounded by the seas.
Rushing towards
Blinkered eyes
Illusion of sound
All around me.
I am surrounded by the seas.
Green and lush
Ever moving
Never still
Nor calm
Nor gentle…
Leaves for seaweed;
Cones for shells;
Birds for flying fish
Humans for sharks:
Avoided.
Like a rock
I wash up beneath my tree
Surrounded by the sea,
The sighing, crying sea.
Politics for the People
Posted about a year ago. Seems very relevant today. More politicians like this please. #MondayBlogs
I was really moved by MP Mhairi Black’s maiden speech in the House of Commons. If you haven’t yet heard it, please go take a listen. She joins Jeremy Corbyn as one of the few MPs that are addressing the fact that our current government does not speak for the majority of the people in the UK. She hits every nail on the head, and I can only hope that these nails hammer hard into the coffin of our outdated, archaic government.
United Kingdom
Oh to be united
No hate, no faces blighted
With the frown and fierce expression
From the guts and buts in session.
Oh to be together
Facing future, stormy weather
Hand and hearts: a strong foundation
Revolution, revelation.
Oh to be a nation
Full of fine, high expectation
No berating, no more hating
We all voted, now we’re waiting
For the penny to drop
For the slander to stop
For the high-ups to hold up their hands
Stand together, as we leave 27 other lands.
Oh to be united
Feeling hopeful, and excited
We left, it’s done, don’t cry
Smile as we say ‘Goodbye’.
Mabh Savage 