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To Fly By Night

The book is out!

This is the anthology that I wrote and essay for; in fact it is the “What is a Hedgewitch” essay that helps to open the book! It is published by Pendraig in California, a small (but growing) Witchcraft Publisher. It is edited and compiled by Veronica Cummer and has such contributors as …

Raven Grimassi

Robin Artisson

Eric de Vries

Papa Toad Bone

… to name only a few.

Here is the little blurb:

Hedgewitch Craft takes its name from the practice of travelling beyond the boundaries, of going past the “hedgerows” that divide what is known from what is unknown. Hedgewitches utilize diverse techniques to undertake the night-flight into strange and sometimes dangerous places in order to gain spirit-allies, magickal abilities and knowledge, to heal and to commune with the Gods and the ancestors.”

From the ancient to the modern, from the philosophical and historical to the practical and mystical, these essays span a wide variety of paths and approaches.

My own copies are still on their way, that’s how new this book is, and I can’t wait!

Where can you buy this book? Check out Amazon; check out the Pendraig webpage for a… Continue reading

Pan & Selene

This story is based off a myth that may be lost to time. You will find it mentioned in such things as the  hymns of Homer and there are many paintings and works of art inspired by it. I have not been able to find an actual telling of the myth, only references and allusions to it. This is my own reconstruction of the story. Rikki over at the Kakophonos Podcast recently recorded me telling the tale for his Samhain/Halloween episode, so stay tuned for that.

Pan and Selene

‘Twas the day before the Harvest Moon rose over Arcadia. The land was preparing for its mild winter of rain in the low-lying areas and snows in the mountains. The autumn flowers were blooming, the vines heavy with fruit.

Through the tall grass, with the sunshine upon his back, walked a god. God of music and laughter, dance and revelry, panic and frenzy. Lord of the shepherds and flocks in the pasture, god of the wild mountains and those who hunt amongst trees and rocks.

Friend and companion of Dionysus, lover of dryads and nymphs. He who gave Artemis her hunting hounds and who taught the secrets of prophecy to Apollo.… Continue reading

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My Dog

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To Pan and the Dryads here

I dedicate my hunting spear,

My dog, the bag that holds my store;

I am too poor to offer more!

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Nay, but my dog I cannot spare!

He must return my crusts to share,

My daily rambles to attend,

My little comrade and my friend.

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Macedonius, 6th century A.D.

Hey Mister Tambourine Man

“The sun is rising behind the Stonehenge monument in England, during the summer solstice shortly after 04:52 am, early Monday, June 21, 2010. Druids, pagans and partygoers crammed into the mystic stone circle to cheer, bang drums and shake tambourines in an effort to greet the sun on the longest day of the year in the northern hemisphere, the summer solstice.” ~ The Associated Press

Drums and drumming have been on my mind a lot these last few months. This is due to a few different events in my life.

An old friend of Brendan’s visited a while ago and was surprised and disappointed that I don’t play an instrument. It seems “everyone in the old coven was musical and artistic”. Le sigh, sometimes it’s not worth trying to explain to people that graphic design, web design, modelling, and arts & crafts count as artistic. Did I mention I’m a poet … even if most of my poetry is about dogs (hehehe)

Bren of course plays a variety of instruments and has done so since the age of 5. So I am now surrounded by music and musical talent.

A friend of mine recently built a lovely new hand… Continue reading

Children

I see them and it makes me shiver

Teenagers teaching workshops

With confidence and skill

Children who had magick sung

To them each night

Over their cradles

As the Moon rose in the window

I know it sounds cliché

But the future is in their hands

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Grey haired Elders

Who bitch and complain

Certainly they have the right

To say they’d never do it again

They talk and rant about things

Out dated by twenty years

Embittered by drama and gossip

They walk away tired and disillusioned

I know it sounds cliché

But the future is leaving their hands

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I hear the whispers from people who know

Things are changing in a quiet sort of way

Some folks are scared and worried

What does the future hold?

I see children run by at the Gathering

I smile and I say

I know it sounds cliché

But expect to be similarly surpassed

In ways we can’t even imagine

I see them and it makes me shiver

With anticipation

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