Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Making a Bird Feeder
We took a 4 pint plastic milk jug, cut a little ‘door’ near the base, covered it in the net from some onions so the food wouldn’t fall straight through, and used Gorilla tape to cover sharp edges and stiffen the plastic.
We’ve hung this in the garden so will report back on how effective it is!
Pagan Pages Yule Edition
The new edition of Pagan Pages is now up and live, in beautiful, glorious technicolour! I am pleased to have four articles in this edition, including Notes from the Apothecary which is all about the Dragon Tree, plus an interview with the fantastic author Nikki Starcat Shields.
View the magazine here.
Anxiety Vs Meditation
My article this month on Pagan Pages comes from an older blog I did about trying to meditate, when your mind and body are wracked with anxiety. Chronic in my case, but reactive can be just as destructive.
Read the full blog here.
I will be doing a video talk online for the Pagan Federation Disabilities Team closer to the Winter Solstice, about suffering with anxiety and depression yet trying to maintain a magical connection. Further details to follow. I hope to see you there.
The Wind Came At Night
Sharing again for Samhain, this is a good, spooky tale! Enjoy, and may your hearths and hearts be warm.
In the days of chilling blaze
Springtime sun as winter fades
Dazzling spears and green grass blades
The gale the only blight.
Driving out to picnics gay
February turning into May
Hearts and smiles throughout the day
But the wind came at night
Batten hatch and throw the catch
Draw the curtains and the latch
Find the candle; light a match
Glow ghostly and white.
Lights to ward off what’s outside
Whatever feral monsters ride
Abroad; their entrance is denied
Though the wind comes at night.
I saw a face outside my place
Swiftly passed, as in a race
I blinked and there was not a trace
I shivered with the fright.
I ran upstairs to check again
Peering through the glass in vain
The window howled as if in pain
From the wind in the night.
Clutch the blade and don’t be swayed.
Seek the spirit! Seek the shade!
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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!
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!
Mabh Savage 