Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Orchid
This orchid has been with me for about eight years, but hasn’t flowered for around five of those. So the below picture pleases me greatly.
Red Kite
My beautiful friend Carol took us to a Red Kite feeding station near Laurieston. My iPhobe camera wasn’t really up to the task but I was quite pleased with this shot.
Contract!
I’m incredibly happy to announce that I have been offered a contract for my second book, Celtic Witchcraft! Watch this space for more updates.
Celtic Witchcraft: Proposal Submitted!
I just submitted a proposal to get Celtic Witchcraft published as one volume. Breathe…breathe…
Notes from the Apothecary: Lavender
Politics for the People
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 She hits every nail on the head, and I can only hope that these nails hammer hard into the coffin of our outdated, archaic government.
Hekate’s Foods
Mystic Living Magazine just published my article on the sacred foods of Hekate. Take a look Here!
Celtic Witchcraft, nearly there!
The penultimate chapter of Celtic Witchcraft is up! Please have a read HERE and leave me a comment letting me know what you you think. The final chapter will be up next month. I’m just negotiating for my cover artwork. Very exciting!
Post Solstice Blues
The longest day
Was wild
Was fun
With number one
My precious son
Who charms
And smiles
And plays
And whiles
Away the day
That stretches
Until the very fabric
Of dusk is
Thin
Like ancient parchment
On which is scribed
The secrets of
The universe
Then waking post solstice:
Rain and gloom and
Fog and doom and
Mundane madness
Mot, plug faulty,
Purse empty
Child grumpy
Bed lumpy; weak cup of tea…
A headache grows
And blows the beauty
Out of mind
But stay, and pray;
What is that stray
Beam of beauty
Falling through my curtain?
Lugh’s promise: Balor’s gaze.
A vow of brighter days.
I smile, and blues are fading
In the haze.
Mabh Savage 