Golden was her hair, pure gold like the flowering broom.White was her skin, whiter than hawthorn flowers on May day.Red were her lips, blood-red like hawthorn berries, and bittersweet was her kiss, like sea-bucktorn honey.Fragrant was her skin, like the first breeze of a newborn spring, full of hope and blossoming love. Simply she dressed,Continue reading “Wild honey and thyme”
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Milk and honey
Milk and honey.Gold on white. A cup for BraintA bowl for the Tylwyth teg. Milk and honey.Whispers on the wind. Sage and rosemary,Anise and lavender. A cup for CerridwenA bowl for the Fair folk. Broom and meadowsweetGold on pale pink A cup for BlodeueddA loaf of bread for Lleu. Mead and silver,Wine and amber, AContinue reading “Milk and honey”
Russian Traditional witchcraft 101
Now, before we dive into the subject, you need to bear in mind that witchcraft as a phenomenon originated long before Russia became Russia. Magic dominated the land when there was no talk of Christian faith, princes and Kiev Rus’, centralized power, central heating and pop music. People before 988 were divided into tribes, muchContinue reading “Russian Traditional witchcraft 101”
Russian Paganism: a brief overview
For the last few days I’ve been thinking about things I never actually ever thought of- surprisingly, it feels as if all the veils, curtains and whatnot suddenly fell down, revealing the burning bridges and ruined edifices. Much like the Tower card from your good old trusty deck, but with a tinge of the Devil,Continue reading “Russian Paganism: a brief overview”
Tales of the Womb: Airmid
Tales of the Womb: Airmid It is fine to feel sadness. Whatever you feel is genuine, whatever you feel is real. Purification starts with emotions. Emotions heal the soul, when they come from your true self. Herbs heal the body just like the emotions heal the heart and mind. No one is born impassive, noContinue reading “Tales of the Womb: Airmid”
Lullaby
Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,The wind is cold in the highlands.Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,Love of the gods shall keep us. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,Soft is the bed of heather,Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,We are strong while we are together. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,May gods grant you theirContinue reading “Lullaby”
Tales of the womb: Áine
Tales of the womb: Áine When they say – adapt, be nimble, keep your head down, I say – be strong. Does a willow break in the wind, does a reed? Bend, but do not break. Dance with the winds, never bowing to them. When they say – descend, become one with the shadows, IContinue reading “Tales of the womb: Áine”
Tales of the womb: Brigid
Tales of the Womb: Brigid From the cradle to the forge, from the deathbed to the birthing chamber, we traverse the line. Caring and loving, steadfast and strong, ready to fight for the ones in our care. There we are, unchanged, but unnoticed, glorified yet unheard. From the cradle to the grave, we remain withContinue reading “Tales of the womb: Brigid”
Tales of the Womb: An Morrigan
Tales of the Womb: An Morrigan We all have battles to wage. We all carry swords. Our blood is the blood of the ancient ones. From the first moment the inkling of life has been born, the life long battle begins. We fight. We overcome. We remain. Growing deep inside, fighting our way through theContinue reading “Tales of the Womb: An Morrigan”
Y Wyllt
Book 1. CyledrChapter one Cyledr awoke with a start, his hair and forehead drenched with sweat. The dream haunted him for months, and no amount of spiced wine could ward it off. He tried rising up, but his body felt numb and strangely uncontrolled, as if he were a children’s toy, bound to obey theContinue reading “Y Wyllt”
Into the Unknown 