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    Blessed Be The – What? I am a pagan woman living in the 21st century, doing 21st century stuff.  Living in a modern-ish  house, I wear jeans and sneakers; watch tv, drive a car and my BOS is not beautifully hand written on handmade paper in an ancient old book ( a little is) but the most it is on my computer, on printed pieces of paper – it is modern. There is a little part of me, ok so there is a big part of me who would love to turn back the clock and go back to live in an old cottage on a few acres of land…

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    Power Place My thoughts had been drawn to a question asked previously and without warning off my mind pinged to a few lines of a book by Phyllis Curott, one I had read awhile ago.. The chapter was on finding your own power place. Reading this chapter I felt enthralled by such a place and also slightly envious, for while I had visited places where I felt close to what felt like the very core of the Goddess I had never found that one place, where I just knew the energy in the area and I connected, a place of power – my power place perhaps. It never ceases to…

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    While trick or treaters with their sing song voices roam your streets, struggling under the burden of bags groaning with sugary abundance and pagans and witches alike watch the face of the Goddess become Crone, we here in the Southern lands will dance joyous and unashamed around phallic poles wrapped in brightly coloured ribbons, celebrating the regeneration of life with the return of the sun. Auhh summer, It didn’t seem that long ago that I fought a battle to somehow try to adapt to a turning wheel that knew only, dry and drier and hot and hotter. Everywhere I looked the land was burnt bare, trees stood parched in hot…

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    A Matter of Perception. We have all had those moments in life, when someone says something that leaves us feeling a little vexed and wondering where their perceived ideas came from.  This happened to me the other day… because of my hands. Hands that over 50 years have, plucked the fluff out of my cots mattress, fed me crayons, stuck forks in power sockets. They have cleaned and scrubbed clothes by hand, chopped wood, kneaded bread, kept my home clean, dug in the earth, they create ritual, have soothed my children and for 20 years cared for the sick and dying. Once I was embarrassed by the deep lines on…

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    Finding the Divine During the course of my life, I have never really been to far away from those people who walked the path of the Ancient Ones, although for the most I never fully realised it. My best friend back in New Zealand, mother’s family who, due to geographical distance I never met but they to had practised an old, earth based religion, perhaps this is the reason why I to have finally chosen this spiritual path – the Teutonic blood of my ancestors running through my veins. While I was drawn to a pagan way of life, I was also apprehensive at first, as much of the information…

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    Space – Not the Final Frontier Being a Military family, we are often sent to places we might not necessarily want to go, sometimes with not a lot of notice, our worldly belongings are packed up into boxes by men who sweep through the house like a whirlwind, they are then shunted into containers and shipped thousands of kilometres, to be unloaded by yet another set of removalists often into a house we may not even like.  A home, so recently vacated by another family doing the very same thing, it can feel like crawling into a stranger’s empty bed, while it is still warm from their bodies. No matter…