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September’s Hearth

Fireplace Day, the first day the fireplace or woodstove (etc) is lit up for the cold season. A page torn out of the book of my history; Chapter One: Early Childhood Memories.

The first fireplace I recall was a great big thing of white brick and a dark granite hearthstone that stuck far out beyond the reach of the fire itself. As a young child I could lay upon the hearthstone in front of the metal screen that kept the fire contained. Dad was responsible for that fireplace; I would sit on the carpet and watch him build up the fire, my knees tucked into my sweater, stretching it out of shape.

The second one came after the divorce. We moved into a tiny little yellow farmhouse not far from the old house. This place was heated by a small orange woodstove. Mom lacked my father’s skill at fire building, and it would often go out at night. Many mornings my brother and I wrapped ourselves in our quilts and walked down the long, cold hallway to Mom’s room to beg her to get up and light the fire because “We’re freezing!”

Fireplace Day usually comes between back-to-school and the… Continue reading

Autumn Equinox 2008

Or what I did for the Second Harvest

I attended a CWA of BC ritual for the Equinox (I went to the Lughnasadh one as well) Link: http://www.cwabc.org/ in Kelowna BC, actually it was held in Oyama at a beautiful park that is basically a small peninsula on Kalamaka Lake. The ritual was lead by Andrea (of the CWA) and Tad (of the Druid’s Hearth, see links), with a number of other people helping. There were about 15 people who attended. I got to help too, which was fun/scary because I haven’t done much group work in the last couple of years.
The sky darkened and started to rain just as the set-up was done and Andrea was rounding everyone up to start. So for a few minutes we toyed with Tad’s awning but, of course, as soon as the guys had it half built, the sky cleared a little and it stopped raining.
It was a lovely non-denominational (hehe Eclectic) Wiccan ritual, with kind of an apple theme, very appropriate for the Okanagan. The Circle lined with apples looked very Harvest-y and pretty. Andrea chose to cast the Circle with Tad’s sickle, which was pretty cool and nicely in… Continue reading

A Fall Rite Poem

A Fall Rite Poem

Crisp and cool is the deeping night

Yet still soft and sweet is the morning dew

Blood red berries drip from old green yew

Chilly winds blowing in a sky still bright

 

Red and yellow and bronze and brown

Fields and forests are no longer greening

The land prepares for it’s great sleeping

Sleepy trees wait for last leaf to fall down

 

The good earth bursts with fruit and life

Shining apples, heavy vines and golden corn

The last birds sing farewell to a frosty morn

With ritual and rite, shovel, sickle and knife

 

I play my part in the great wheel of life

 

~ Juniper 2001

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