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Arise, then, women of this day!

Mother’s Day Proclamation

by Julia Ward Howe

Arise, then, women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts,
Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!

Say firmly:
“We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”

From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says: “Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.”
Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.

Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby… Continue reading

Chants

Feast and Fire
Feast and fire
Dance and desire
This Sacred Rite
Our great delight
Here we dine
And drink May wine
Now we toast
Who we love most
Green Oak King
To him we sing
Leaf and bud
Stag and stud
Sky and Earth
Brings rebirth
Seed of the field
Land be healed
Here we stand
To bless the Land
This our clan
Woman and man
Lovely lass
Raise your glass
The first of May
Its time to play
Feast and fire
Dance and desire
(Repeat last two lines X3)
~ Solaren & Juniper

Hedge & Grove
Tangled weeds and hawthorn grow
through the gap in old hedgerow
leading to a dark green grove
Tumbled stone and blackthorn grow
through the gap in green hedgerow
leading to a hearth of old
~ Juniper

Seed to Root
Seed to root, stem and leaf
Flower to fruit, grain and sheaf
Dark of earth, light of sky
Sown for birth, ripe for scythe
Grain and feed, bread and meat
Ale and mead, feast to eat
Seeds we lay, now to sprout
Blessed today, this we shout!
~ Solaren

A Wildcrafting Chant
This I gather with a grateful heart
For the Earth I… Continue reading

You Stupid Dog

You stupid dog

I will walk to the ends of the earth
Just so you could follow me
Dance with reverence and with mirth
In the sprinklers of summer lawns
I will let you eat my hamburger with cheese
Ride in the front seat of the truck
I will say “it’s ok” and stroke your head
When you vomit all over my lap
Because I love you
You stupid dog

*
I will wade through knee deep snow
Through the dark and in the cold
In naught but slippers and a robe
To save you from the frozen drifts
I will drive you to the vet
When you shouldn’t have eaten that
Spend my grocery money on the bill
And never once complain about it
Because I love you
You stupid dog

*
I will chase you down the street
And stop traffic to save your ass
I will not give a second date to any man
Who doesn’t love dogs or cats
I will smile when you howl
My hearts lifts when you bay
The neighbours might not like it
But I don’t care of they complain
Because I love you
You stupid dog

*
I will run and… Continue reading

I am Not a Real Witch

I am not a real witch
I am not a proper pagan
No, not even
When I rise with the dawn
And greet signing birds
And walk my hounds upon the mountainside

I am not a real witch
I am not a proper pagan
Not even when I speak to the land
Not even when I listen to the wind
Nor when I watch the Sun cross southern skies
And mark the Moon’s fall and rise

I am not a real witch
I am not a proper pagan
No, not even when I praise the thunder
Or dance with the ebb and flow
Of many tides

I am not a real witch
I am not a proper pagan
Not when spirits follow my steps
Through summer woodlands
Or brush my heels on moonlit trails

I am not a real witch
I am not a proper pagan
Not even when gods answer my call
For I have answered theirs
Not when I farm my land
Or lend an animal a helping hand

I am not a real witch
I am not a proper pagan
You see
Because I have no initiation to speak of
No puppy papers to prove my lineage… Continue reading

Dreaming of Horses and Blodeuwedd

They don’t have names yet, two filly quarter horses! yay

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and with Beltaine around the corner:

Invocation of the Flower Maiden

Not from mortal mother or father was she created
Her body was made and blooded
By the powers of nine most sacred
From the first of fruits
From the fruits of creation
Of highland primroses
Of woodland blossoms
Of earth and fertile soils
Of the flower of nettles
Of ninth wave waters
She is immortal
She is conjured
By enchantments of sage and bard
By the Druid of Briton
Of Eurwys, of Euron
Of Euron, of Modron
Magick greater than five hundred druids
Mighty and wise as Math
Made the Flower Maiden
Forged in the fires of creation
Made by the Magician of magicians
Made by the Sage of sages
When the world was in its youth

(By Juniper, inspired by the Cad Goddeu)


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