• Monthly Columns

    Brigid’s Arrival

    (Art Poster Print of Brigid by Anette of Anette PRS Illustrations.)   When she comes She comes in the room Like a gulp of cold air A hurricane to the face A slap so soft and sharp So caring and cold So great and so bold So young yet so old Every atom sings This lady; this goddess; this spirit This sidhe, from beyond the hills She came to see What you had put out for her Sheep’s milk, oats and apples Whiskey, candles and hope. She blasts through the door A draught of delight In spring’s awakening. We hold hands and shake As her powers leaves us quaking. Motherly…

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    She Who is All – The Goddess of Ten Thousand Names

    Sulis/Sul     It is all one being ill being well It is all energy energy in constant motion energy in constant flux restless energy that is never still ruthless energy that acts like a steam roller boundless energy that brings possibilities sparkling energy that tickles and sings stored energy that waits for release The healing waters at my shrine regenerated revitalized brought clarity mended holes opened vision allowed flow with energy flowing the dance of life resumes illness and wellness all one all energy all flow (Image and Poem Credit: The Goddess Oracle by Amy Sophia Marashinsky, Illustrated by Hrana Janto) Sulis is the ancient British Goddess of healing…

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    The Promise

      Move slowly and speak not a word And we may catch A glimpse of HIM yet. The night is dark But I have seen the Icy thread of HER cloak. Crystal blue eyes and Hair black as the midnight sky Grace a face of pale beauty Poised on a body that is tall and lithe. She has etched the night sky with Fingers long and fair painting starlight and Holding the breath of new dawn In HER hands’ cupped embrace. SHE has embraced the world In the longest of nights. HER Promise held deep within. The forest is hushed and white with snow. Ice crystals glisten round and all…

  • This Month's Holiday

    Solstice is…

      Holly sharp sting, Red blood like Berries, red, white Mistletoe hang Deadly dart and Baldur’s curse Druids’ king seeking potion Now a kissing spot Love instead Shown through gifts Wrapped mysteries Ribbons hiding Hearts’ desires Wrap the day in a bow But presents wait Wait for me:   The mother and priestess Down in the woods At the sacred crossroads Of birch and oak The mysteries of Male and Female And everything in between And beyond.   Here I find the altar That no one knows of But I I lay the offerings Salt Offal Nothing to scar or litter Nothing to damage or drain Leaving only footprints For…