Lughnasadh Blessings! We come together this holiday (celebrated between August 1 to August 7*) to celebrate the Sun’s heat, the Sun’s radiance. We assemble to honor the Gods and to celebrate life’s bounty and our ability to produce abundance and share. We gather to honor the animals who labor for us – the bees, the…
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Spring is the promise of release; of cleansing; of birth waters bearing down on the valley, washing winter into the Atlantic, heralding new life and new beginnings. Early spring’s message can feel like a paradox. Warm sunny days followed by a snow storm. Icy rain biting at raw skin followed by a warm breeze that…
Even amid the snow still on the ground, you can hearken to the signs of Spring. Flocks of male Red-winged Blackbirds are back in the wetlands singing and setting up hearth and home for their ladies soon to return. Even in the chill air, you can smell the sweetness that tells the tale of Sugar Maples…
To Trust in yourself and the Land By Arianna Samhain, Summer’s End has past the ones we tend to come in from grazing and huddle close for bodies’ warmth. What now will sustain us in the dark months ahead? Apple and Autumn Olive Grape and Cherry Beech and walnut Nettle and herbs dried by the…
You can feel the holiday approaching; the veils between the worlds are thinning. Spirits are dancing out in starlight. Who do you call out to? Who do you mourn who has passed on? What needs to be let go, released, and left alone? What needs to die to be reborn in your life? Prayer…
Hearken to Avalon is on TV! EXCITING! Check out fellow author Zita Christian’s interview with me as we explore a few key perspectives on love that are featured in Hearken to Avalon, and the work it takes to become a published author. Watch the interview HERE. Zita TV is a network devoted to literature, love…
Green My Mother’s foot falls sweep across the forest floor leaving Spring Beauties in her passing. My Mother’s laughter is woodsy green velvet and infectious tickling like the leaves of white pine. My Mother’s hands are willow branches tender like Spring’s new buds wrapping gently around my heart. I call upon my Mother whenever I…
