Thursday, April 26, 2018

Waking from the Dreams of the Long Dark


Winter has seemed so long this year, and while I have been yearning for nature's green, this one has been potent for me. This dark half as with all others has been reflective, but unlike the usual serene and moonlit pond, more often than not it was the dank black of marsh or stormy waters under cracked ice that I was peering into.

A kind of spiritual ambivalence had been hanging over me for the last couple of years, and just after Samhain that cloud had finally lifted. The part of myself that dreams, walks between worlds, and that gazes through the eyes of a seer had awaken. These last few months have been unnerving and tumultuous at times, but it was exactly what I needed.  

Thankfully I have had support and assistance along the way, from some old friends and new. I am very grateful to them, and I am sure they know who they are. 

During this time I have been exploring how I do ritual and folk magic as a Gaelic polytheist, re-visiting some practices that I used to do prior to adopting this spiritual pathway. I have been incorporating and building upon them, some of which I might share here at some point. 

I hope that you all have had the opportunity to reap the gifts of the long dark. Time to shake of the fog of sleep, as summer is a-comin'. 

Beannachtaí,

Laurel

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Hello, Pretty Lady


There's just something about seeing a big moon in the sky before the sun goes down that gets me every time. Last night was no exception.


The first full moon happening this month is sometimes called the "Worm Moon", which for me is apt, since I have been dreaming of worms lately. I wonder what tonight's dreams will bring. And with spring looking like it is just around the corner, it won't be long until we see our wriggling little friends once again.


If you get the chance, go out tonight and enjoy the light that this beauty will cast in the dark.


Thursday, February 1, 2018

Hail Brigid!


"A Brigit 'sa tír ad-chíu, is cách a úair immud—rá, ro gab do chlú for a chlú ind ríg, is tú forda-tá."
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"Oh Brigit whose land I behold, on which each one in turn has moved about, thy fame has outshone the fame of the king--thou art over them all."

Beannachtaí na Féile Bríde agus Imbolc oraibh/ Brigid's Day & Imbolc blessings to you all!

Laurel

Friday, January 26, 2018

Thieving Bigots


A couple of days ago I got wind that there were some neo-Nazis/goosesteppers using this photo I took a couple of years back on their social media to promote hate. To me Brigid represents the fires of the hearth, community and hospitality. So the exact opposite to hate, xenophobia and all other forms of bigotry. 

Should you happen to see any photos that I have taken to promote these things, please know that I do not condone them. As for the bigots, use your own photos as you are not welcome to mine.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Finding Lost Treasure


While doing some deep cleaning in preparation for Imbolc, I have come across some forgotten treasures. It is probably safe to say that I have a thing for hagstones, which are already scattered all over my home, so what are a dozen more? I found these pretties that I had stashed away for some reason or another, which can again enjoy the light of day on shelf that seemed to be made just for them. 

Perhaps my most happy find, a crow's foot that I scored in a swap a few years that I had fitted with a clear quartz point, a gift from someone dear. The intention was to make a devotional piece with it along with some raw amber beads that were also found again. Embarrassingly, that was over three years back. Hopefully I can get that done before I forget about it again.

If I were to be rewarded like this every time I did a deep cleaning, I would definitely do it more often. 

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Goodbye 2017, Hello 2018

"And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
 Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting"

I think that 2017 was a really challenging year for many of us, and perhaps some of us can't wait for it to be over with. As we welcome in 2018, we will do so under the light of a full moon. Surely an auspicious sign!

I hope that the upcoming year brings many positive things and blessings to you all!

Laurel

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Midwinter Woods



I find that during the cold, dark months


 the forest is most willing to reveal its secrets. 


And although the trees stand naked before us,


it is by their robes that they have dropped to the floor where



 the most interesting ones are kept.


So go take a walk in the woods 


 and see what they will confess to you.


When you are done, may you have a cozy place to call home, where you can reflect on those secrets learned, in this seasonal womb of the year.

Warm Hearts & Hearths!