Tag: magic

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”

Always

I was always falling for you My whole life Sometimes dancing so close to the edge Hearing the call Of your tales Both terrible and comic I felt for you Like no other I fell for you Little by little You guided my empathy… Continue Reading “Always”

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”

Eat Your Veg Day: Pagan Style!

Come over to the Pagan Federation Online Garden for videos, chat and useful facts about the magic of vegetables! Lots of interesting stuff including what to forage for in your own back garden and hints and tips on growing your own. Click here to… Continue Reading “Eat Your Veg Day: Pagan Style!”

The PF Online Garden!

Come and join us today for videos, games, music and more! All from the comfort and safety of your own home. Plus there will be something new in this event every day until the summer solstice!

Thursday Thoughts…

Thursday Thoughts…

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… Continue Reading “Beltane Blogging”

The Eildon Tree

My May Day poem on the Moon Books Blog: http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/the-eildon-tree/

NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads

Wandering, feet finding their own way Over treacherous stones Sucking mud puddles Velvet grass, chomped short By sheep. The wood, the fields, the ditches Are my pathways To walk without interference From my unruly mind. These shoes have seen a lot Fights, nights out,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads”