The Festival of Lunasa is almost upon us. Lughnasadh or Lughnasa (pronounced /ˈluːnəsə/, LOO-nə-sə) is a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of the harvest season. Historically, it was widely observed throughout Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man. In Modern … Continue reading →
Today we are preparing for the 30th birthday celebration for Lady Raven and Moondancer’s youngest, Kodama. Her party will be on a mermaid theme, and she has invited several of her oldest friends to join in. Hopefully, the rain will … Continue reading →
Do you keep a daily journal? Many esoteric orders require them as part of your studies. The Servants of the Light (founded by Ernest Butler, and until recently headed by Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki) suggests the following format: Format for the daily … Continue reading →
ELGIAC ODE.1 A little while I leave with anxious heart, Source of my filial cares, thee FULL OF DAYS; Lur’d by a promise from harmonic art To breathe her Handel’s rich, immortal lays. Pensive I trace the Derwent’s amber wave2, … Continue reading →
May Eve, 1973: I’m standing at the edge of the Circle, bound and blinfolded, and I feel a sword touch my body. I involuntarily startle, even though I knew it was coming. I hear the questions, and make my responses. … Continue reading →
In the western liturgical year, Lady Day is the traditional name in some English speaking countries of the Feast of the Annunciation (25 March), known in the 1549 Prayer Book of Edward VI and the 1667 Book of Common Prayer … Continue reading →
Then Wheel has turned; some call it Imbolg, Candlemas, Oimelc, Brighid’s Day, the Feast of Lights, Groundhog’s Day. It’s the time of year when we can really discern that the light has returned. Longer days,depite the snows and rains. Animals … Continue reading →
Allison Gross (Child #35) 1 O ALLISON GROSS, that lives in yon towr, The ugliest witch i the north country, Has trysted me ae day up till her bowr, An monny fair speech she made to me. 2 She stroaked … Continue reading →
O I forbid you, maidens a’, That wear gowd on your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there. There’s nane that gaes by Carterhaugh But they leave him a wad, Either their rings, or … Continue reading →
Thomas of Erceldoune Anonymous (Circa 1388-1401) Als I me wente this endres daye Full faste in mynd makand my mone In a mery mornynge of Maye By Huntley bankkes myselfe allone, I herde the jaye and the throstyll cokke; The … Continue reading →
