Categories: Musings About the Land

  • Bare Feet

    It’s easy to get trained
    You see
    By the horrid Winter freeze
    To bundle up
    And sneak outside
    And hide from the elements

    Then one sunny day in March
    You wake up and hear the sound of
    The garbage truck coming down your lane
    And you are late again
    You grab the box of recycling and race down the stairs

    On to the porch
    To the sidewalk
    In the nick of time
    And smile at the garbage man

    As you turn around to head inside
    Suddenly you realise
    You’re outside in shirt sleeves
    And standing on the sidewalk
    In [...]

  • Wordless Wednesday
  • Musings About Life and the Land

    I am a farm girl; I “get” the lambing season at Imbolg as I have spent many sleepless nights in the barn, praying to Brighid as I midwife livestock. I don’t need to be reminded of where my food comes from, I have grown it!
    I don’t need a lesson to tell me how to experience the elements, I have lived in them, and I have worked in them. I have been up to my knees in frozen mud and in [...]

  • Things I Understand

    A Simple Life
    By Kat Ballew

    Cows grazing on the mountain side
    horses running wild along the seaside
    Birds singing as they journey past
    and old men telling tales that are unsurpassed
    Butterflies fluttering their wings in the breeze
    And the sun doing everything to appease
    This is the simple life of living
    This is a day of thanksgiving

    The tumbleweed rolls across the desert floor
    The owl sings a song and is the nights decor
    The fireflies flash their lights in harmony
    And the crickets they do play for all a symphony
    The [...]

  • Oak and Holly

    In the deepest and darkest slumber
    When the world is plunged in cold and snow
    The Earth rests gripped in the heart of Winter
    Cloaked in ice and freezing winds that harshly blow
    The King who wears the Holly crown
    Sits high upon His icy throne
    *

    We with one ear pressed to the frozen ground
    Do hear the sounds of returning warmth
    With creaks and groans the Goddess gives birth
    To a Son of Oak and light and mirth
    Just as the Sun begins its slow return
    *

    As the Oak babe [...]

  • 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 [...]

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