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Standing Stone & Garden Gate Episode One!

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Show notes:

Opening Segment

Opening song is an instrumental version of Diaspora by Juni and Bren.

Juniper and Brendan introduce themselves and talk briefly on their Pagan (and philosophical) Paths as well as discuss the layout for the show and what we hope to do with it.

The incense for this episode is Juniper’s Lucky Number Seven and the Tea is Kusmi Chocolate Chai.

Bardic Segment

Opening poem is a piece by Rumi and a sample from Jethrol Tull

Juni speaks briefly about YB Yeats and reads his poem The Dedication to a Book of Stories selected from the Irish Novelists

The link she mentions to the Rattle and Silver Branch Workshop is here

Bren reads a sad love poem translated from the Irish called Grief of a Young Girl’s Heart

Standing Stone

Opening music is selected from Imagined Oceans by Carl Jenkins.

Dr. Bren reads to us from Cicero’s Discussions at Tuscullum and talks about happiness and Ancient Roman philosophies on how a simple life of pleasure is ideal.

Rants, Raves & Reviews

Juni and Bren… Continue reading

Unity Chant

Unity!

As One we Circle and stand together

Unity!

For the species of the World Tree are many

Unity!

Real Witch or not, it doesn’t matter

Unity!

As one we Circle and stand together

Unity!

For the species of the World Tree are many

Unity!

Real Witch or not, it doesn’t matter

(repeat until they get it)

Fragment

I don’t really have a Book of Shadows, rather I have several notebooks scattered around with bits of this and that. Terribly disorganized I know, but better suited to my personality. Maybe someday, when I am in my grey hairs, I will combine the best pieces. Do something pretty and scrapbook-ish perhaps. For now I will carry on with my many notebooks. Every now and then I find one I thought was lost and flip through it, delighted by the bits and pieces I find. Here is a fragment of a poem I started over a year ago and never finished:

I stand upon the mountainside

I raise my hands up to the sky

My feet touch the land

My eyes caress the valley below

I taste the wind and the rain

Drink, drink, drink

Drink it all in

Soak it up witch

Here I stand

I am alive

I rise with the Sun

It breaks through the clouds

I blow kisses at the rainbow it brings

I am soaked

I am alive

The Walking the Hedge 2010 Calendar

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Front Cover


Created by the gang at the Hedge, this scrapbook style calendar is a beautiful work of art printed on recycled paper.

It features fun facts, Pagan & other holidays, special dates, lunar phases, poetry, art, photography and much more!

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Diaspora

Although my feet
Have never walked
Upon ancestral lands

And I’ve never heard
The winds sing a song
Across the Motherland

Though I have never
Laid my own hands
Upon a standing stone

I will sing the old song
I will honour the old gods
I will learn the old ways
And make them new again

For a man or woman
Who is without roots
Finds it all too easy
To cut down another’s tree

And so I will connect
With this New World
I will love, I will learn
This, my dear land

New ways for me to make
Like forefathers of old
New paths for me to blaze
New stories to be told

I will sing the old songs
I will honour the old gods
I will learn the old ways
And make them new again

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