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    Poseidon The Wheel turns & with it comes the creaking of oars & the smell of brine. The sun retreats for the year once again & I’m finding it hard to remember the promise of spring. It’s clear I needed some time out. Which is why I find myself on the shore watching a bit of driftwood get pulled around by the waves. I know how you feel, I think at it. I try to divert my mind from dwelling on my problems by studying the waves as they crash against the sand. Perhaps it’s fitting that I’m here at this time. If I understood the article I read recently…

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    Ares It’s probably human nature to want to understand why. I’m no different. Life should be going great for me, yet I find myself plagued with the same old problems. To say it’s frustrating is sometimes an understatement. As I’ve said before I don’t have a full grasp of the Athenian calendar, but I choose to honour Ares with a regular libation this month. This year it will fall near to Veteran’s Day… hhhmm… appropriate. Maybe this would be a good time for me to meditate & try to get a handle on the nature of war & strife. He’s typically painted in a bad light, but who was he…

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    The rich scent of soil works its way into my nostrils. The earth fills my hands like fine cloth, smooth & heavy. I let it drift through my fingers as I marvel in its texture. This garden is mine, as is the brand new house that goes with it. In both the literal & figurative sense, I have worked hard to plant the right seeds & asked my Gods to help  them to thrive. In this season of harvest I find myself looking forward to sitting back & enjoying the fruits of my labour, to reap the rewards of what I have sewn. I would like to give thanks, but…

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    Hera Temperatures rise & the days lengthen. June brings with it the scent of jasmine on a warm breeze. The month bears the name of the Roman goddess Juno. I, like the Greeks of old, know her by another name. Hera is the child of titans Cronus & Rhea.  From early on their relationship didn’t run smoothly.  Initially she refused his attempts until wily Zeus thought to transform himself into a cuckoo. When she held the shivering, miserable-looking bird to her breast he took his true form & ravished her. In her shame she had no choice but to marry him. Hera was venerated as a mighty goddess by her…

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    Athena The scent of lemon lingers in the air. I can hear birds chirping outside in the garden as I crack open a window. My muscles feel a bit stiff, but I take pride in their ache. It’s taken me most of the morning, but I’ve finally managed to tidy up most of the house. There’s just one more chore left to do: polish the replica Athenian general’s helm on my desk & the bronze statue of Athena on my altar. It makes sense for me to dedicate this day to chores. At what roughly corresponds to May in the modern calendar, the ancient Greeks celebrated the Kallynteria in honour…

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    Silence. Only the sound of my breathing breaks it. Stillness. Only my fidgeting disturbs it. No stars are visible tonight. The moon covers its face with a tattered curtain of cloud. Ah there it is, flashing briefly in the distance. Wrapping velvety blackness around me like a cloak, I step out into the night & begin to walk. I am one shadow amongst many, & yet… isolated. I glance upward again. This time I fail to find it. I feel as far away from my goddess of choice as I do the hiding moon. I’ve been a self-dedicated priestess of artemis since roughly 2005. It should be easy for me…

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    Look. There… a touch of pink, a golden splash… you can just see it over the top of that tree. It won’t be long now. In this early-morning stillness, I am reminded that I am not alone in waiting. We stand poised in a between-time at the edge of spring. The equinox brings us to a point of equilibrium where light & darkness are in balance, but light is steadily growing stronger. Just as my day is blooming into being. I watch as gem-bright hues stain the sky a little more & consider the season. The Sabbat’s very name comes to us from an Anglo-Saxon goddess of the dawn. Being…

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    Aphrodite A chill clings to the air yet the sun shines brightly overhead. A tease. A hint of promise. In February we still rest in the belly of winter waiting impatiently for the Wheel to turn & begin another cycle of rebirth. Imbolc reminds us that there’s warmth just around the corner. In a matter of weeks bits of green will assert themselves through the ice & snow. Although traditionally the day belongs to the Celtic goddess Brigid, mistress of the forge & of bardcraft, one might feel the pull of any number of deities at this time of year. It might be tempting to blame Hallmark for this. Thanks…

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    The Wheel turns once again, bringing with it the silly season. Recently a well-meaning acquaintance asked me what did I have planned for the holidays. This sort of got me thinking… what was I going to do? I don’t claim to have a complete understanding of the Athenian calendar system. However I’ve read that in parts of ancient Greece there’s a month that roughly corresponds to our December/January that’s called Poseidon for the sea god of the same name. Why honour Poseidon? Isn’t he just a mood-swinging meathead surfer dude chasing booty as much as waves? To start with the basics Poseidon was most notably the god of the sea.…

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    You know the type, or think you do. Hot-headed young thing… thinks he knows it all… is pretty sure he’s seen everything… speeds around in a flashy car pumping out tunes. What could someone like that possibly have to offer? Quite a lot, actually. With chill fingers Winter spreads its shroud over all. The start of the season sees the days shrink, growing increasingly shorter & at last culminating in a point here the shortest day meets the longest night at around the 21st of December. Winter Solstice marks a turning point, both seasonally & otherwise. Soon after the days begin to lengthen again. Yule brings about the rebirth of…