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Questions for a Fox

When did the fox come?

And when did he leave?

Why did he come only in my dreams?

A visitor in a little girl’s sleep

Why did he leave and has not been seen?

I miss running down that path

On four paws with him in the lead

The lessons that he gave me

Once they were learned

He simply never returned

 

Why does crow follow me?

And leave feathers for me?

My childhood friend

The children on the playground

I kept to myself, with crow

And his murder at the other end

On my shoulder he perches

I don’t trust him with my eyes

I fear he might make me blind

And what would he show me then?

 

What bird would owl have been

If I had known him for his self?

The brown little bird

Who flew from Her hands

Perhaps he would have been a wren?

But he is an owl instead

Does it really matter then?

Is owl even a male?

I ask his name

The title for a goddess he gave

And yet he seems a he

As he sinks his talons into me

And makes me shove things in my chest

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Imbolg 2010

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Lady L came early and we did a quick run through of the ritual while I put the scalloped potatoes in the oven. Then we set about rearranging my living room, Lady L prepared Brighid’s throne while I put dirt in the pot to stand my stang in and then we tackled the altar. The gang showed up and after the usual preliminaries we got to work.

We went in procession around my home, placing offerings at each shrine and altar, giving a beer and new adornment to the house guardian as well.

We planted the stang, the World Tree. We called on Earth, Sea and Sky to anchor us. We raised a hedgerow around us. We parted the Veil, creating a Gap in the Hedge, above and below and asked someone special to watch and guard.

We lit the Hearth Fire, thanking it for its warmth and light in the cold winter. We honoured the Well, now frozen and full of ice and snow, but waiting the melting of spring. We sat together and… Continue reading

Wordless Wednesday: Hecate’s Throne

It’s Not Done Yet

Hedge Witchery

Hedge is a Teutonic term originally meaning any fence, boundary or enclosure, later meaning a specific type of living thicket planted to act as a fence, enclosure or boundary.

Old High German (language used roughly from 500 to 1050 C.E): hegga, hecka

Old Dutch (600 to 1150 C.E.): heggehn

Old Saxon or Old Low German (800 to 1200 C.E) : haeg

Anglo-Saxon or Old English (550 C.E to 1250C.E): hecg, hegge, haga, hecge or hege

Middle English (11th century and about 1470 C.E): hedge, hegge, hedgen, heggen

Suffolk dialect (at least 1300 C.E. to present day): hetch

Modern English (1550 C.E to modern day): hedge

Middle English hagathorn meaning “hedge thorn” becomes the modern hawthorn

Old Teutonic stem haja- meaning “behind the hedge” gives rise to the Old English haja, Middle English heye, haye and thus the English hay. Behind the hedge lays the hay field.

The old words for hedge also gave rise to the words hawk (hedge-bird), haggard, edge and hag (witch).

Old English for hedgerow is heggeræw.

Saxon haegtessa and the Old English haegtesse, roughly translates to hedge-rider, hag-rider, witch and witch-fury.

In a 13th century Icelandic text called the Poetic Edda,… Continue reading

The Square Peg

I have often thought that

If only I had been born into a tribal society

I would have been given a costume and drum

A place and role in society

And happily spent my life as a shaman serving my community

Instead I am stuck working retail

Moving through Western society as awkwardly

As a square peg jammed into a round hole

And practicing my spirituality behind closed doors

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