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Witch & Popcorn
Review of It Lives Inside Bright Blessings Film Lovers! I have news! This review is of a film we watched in a movie theater. We made it FINALLY. We tried all last month to hit Barbie and Oppenheimer, but every time we went, the theaters were swamped. Now, with those huge blockbusters winding down, and school is in session, people are not flooding the theaters like they were. Things have changed at the movies. For one thing, these days, you reserve your seats, which can be a problem if somebody is in your seat, or the people next to you are loud, or goddess forbid, if they smell bad. We…
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Weyland’s Whey
For Your Deliberation I AM HERE because I choose to be. I AM MARRIED because I want to be. I AM ONLY FRANTIC when I forget that. When They Lived and What They Lived For Magic is truly everywhere. Recently Mihos attended the performance of a seventeen piece classic jazz and swing band. Reeds, Rhythm and All That Brass http://www.facebook.com/RRBbigband/ These folks deserve all the publicity they can get. Especially because they only perform for charitable, civic and seniors events. The kind of music his parents and grandparents listened to. Some of it was from eighty to a hundred years ago, from the Nineteen Twenties to the Second World War. From his seat…
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Turning to the Dark – An exclusive poem for PaganPagesOrg by Mabh Savage
Turn to the dark, my love, Shield your eyes from the dying sun’s glare Give me your weathered hands, here Thrust them into my darkening hair Stroke my locks, my love, Twine them in your fingers tight Now you may look, open up, Take your first step into the night. Walk with me, my love, Take each faltering step Seeks the stars, the moon, Find where the secrets are kept. Take a breath of this air, so chill, Watch the ghosts in your steaming sigh, Turn again, this way, up the hill, Let us strive toward the sky. Feel the heart of the cooling Earth Feel the thrum of…
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The Chrysalis – Poetry
A time of harvest, And a time of shedding. Of death, and beginning anew. Dark nights bloom as ravens song. And moon on ravens wings. The chill of the air and the crunch in the leaves. Crisp apples and the scent of decay. The lingering smoke of spent candles. Coalesces with the smoke of the fires. Tears, as we honor the memories, Those who have gone before us. The fetch the water for the next generations. As I shed my skin, As I crawl into this cocoon. I dissolve. Knowing my depths. Demons of the deep ocean, And stygian deep. Grand chaos.…
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Weyland’s Whey
For Your Deliberation If you were on trial for being a witch, would there be enough evidence to convict you? Goodbye, My Friend Our feline companion and familiar, Jinx, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge this morning. Old, gaunt and confused, we knew it would be selfish to keep him with us any longer. He was a champion. And he will be missed. Friendship Is Magic, Too by Weyland Smith It had been a while since I’d talked to my compadre Mihos. We’d been in the old coven together and had managed to stay in sporadic contact over the years. It would be fun to talk witchery with him…
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As Above, So Below (How the Stars Became Our Hearts)
Duality: Harvest Blessings Blessed be the shores of Acheron, Blessed be the coming of the dawn. Blessed be the buds of spring And the bees that gather on. Blessed be the pure and true. Blessed be the morning dew Blessed be the pink and green. Blessed be the blue. Blessed be the heat and sweat. Blessed be the sun. Blessed be the steamy wet. Blessed be the fun. Blessed are the bees, As they toil to me the honey. And blessed are we. As we toil to make the money. Blessed be the fires burning. Blessed be the year of turning. Blessed…
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Weyland’s Whey – That Old Familiar Feeling
Count Them Blessings I got COVID. She didn’t. Are we old? Not yet! We love our fur kids! Our dog’s name is Delinquent…. ….she livers up to it. Delinquent barks at everything. One night she warned us of an intruder at our door. Coffee is awesome! Wicca is a great comfort. ** About the Author: Weyland Smith is an eclectic solitaire wytch. He lives in New Jersey with his girlfriend Sparkle, their two feline familiars and a dog named Delinquent. Weyland’s interests include writing, crystals and web weaving. Wey is also a firm believer in reincarnation—in a previous life he was…
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Poetry – Exclusive for PaganPagesOrg by Mabh Savage ‘Summer’s Last Hurrah
An exclusive poem for PaganPagesOrg by Mabh Savage celebrating the last heady days of Summer before the Autumn Equinox and the final harvests, via the wanderings of a lone witch. I say hi to the crows Perched on slate roofs Raucously gossiping I admire the bees Purposeful in purple Claiming the lavender I dodge the ants Single minded march Carrying more than I I nod to the magpies Superstition on wings Black and white made grey I shiver in the breeze Late summer caress A promise of fall (But someone to catch) I sigh in the sun Warm honey-pour bright The last, loving light…
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Poetry – Lúnasa
We come to eat, we come to play To revel in the joy of the sun The heat of the height of the year The Solstice has come and gone. We bring in the first grains And pick first fruits to share We store away for later months We pickle and prepare. And while we feast and compete We honour those who came before By being better Being kinder Being something more For this green and graceful world Fragile in some ways But She’ll go on after us Nature stays, always stays… Let us hold the sun in our hearts Let us give space for the wild Let us…
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Poem – Spinning The Sun
Spinning The Sun Height of the sun So high, so high Ground wavering and melting In the heat haze Call me to your soul Deep love, deep light Yet burning danger Consuming fire Nothing in part-measures Aching, desperate Passion so bright Call me to your home The heart of the desert The source of the hot spring The centre of the mountain Ready to burst Ash and fire Over the land Call me to your music Dancing the round Spinning the sun Clattering bells that Glisten and sparkle As boots hit the ground Over and over Beating the drum Beating the heart The thrum of blood Bursting through Summer’s…