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 Wedding Tradition of Jumping the Broom ...

Chanting the Wedding Blessings


Hereabouts, just before a couple jumps the broom, it's customary to chant over them the Threefold Wedding Blessing.

Thirty-two years ago, I chanted them over two dear friends; today, in honor of thirty-two years together (and wishing them thirty-two more) I'll chant them again.

As one would expect for a wedding, the blessings are paired. (Read closely: the pairings are not random.) After each pair of blessings, assembled family and friends will respond: So mote it be.

(We have it from the ancestors that, when you respond So mote it be to a blessing, it is considered as if you had pronounced the blessing yourself.)

Then they'll jump the broom.


The Wedding Blessings


Grace of form, grace of voice be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of charity, grace of wisdom be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of beauty, grace of health be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of sea, grace of land be thine.

So mote it be.


Grace of music, grace of guidance be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of battle-triumph, grace of victory be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of life, grace of praise be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of love, grace of dancing be thine.

So mote it be.


Grace of pipe, grace of harp be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of sense, grace of reason be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of speech, grace of story be thine.

So mote it be.

Grace of peace, grace of all be thine.

So mote it be.

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Full Moon True Love Spell


To attract new love, two nights before the full moon, take a pink votive candle and place it inside your cauldron or any large metal pot. Lay a rose and a bell beside the cauldron and your altar. Use either rose or apple blossom essential oil to anoint the candle’s wick. For the next two nights, cup the candle in your hands and direct loving thoughts into its flame. On the night of the full moon, take a thorn from the rose and carve the name of your heart’s desire into the candle’s wax, reciting:

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 Anglo Saxon Lyre

The Tale of Osred Gleeman


In the days of Osbert, King of the Hwicce, there was among his hearth-companions a certain man who knew no songs, and indeed, was wholly lacking in gleecraft, and the name of this man was Osred.

When, at a feast, he would see the harp approaching, when each would take it in turn to sing for the others, he would arise, and leave the beer-hall, and go to sleep in the cow-byre instead.

On one such occasion, he went to the cow-byre, and there fell asleep. There he dreamt that someone stood before him, and addressed him, and called him by name.

Osred, he said, sing me something.

He answered, saying, I cannot sing. That is why I left the beer-hall and came here: because I cannot sing.

Once again the speaker said, Nevertheless, you must sing for me.

Of what shall I sing? asked Osred.

Sing to me of Beowulf, he said.

Thereupon, he began to sing, and this is what he sang:


Beowulf I sing, best of kings,

guest of Hrothgar, Grendel's bane:

of all kings, keenest to glory,

of all men, liefest to love.


When he awoke, he remembered this stave, to which he soon added more staves in a like manner.

Then he arose, and went to his lord at his gift-stool, and told him of this dream, and of the gift which he had received. Then he sang for him the staves which he had made, and all who heard them wondered at their sweetness and beauty.

Sing to me of Sigemund Wyrm's-bane, said the king, and so he undertook the task and went away, and in the morning he sang to them of Sigemund and of his mighty wyrm-slaying.

Sing to me now of Shield Sheaving, said the king, and so, in the next morning, he did.

So it is that Osred received the gift of gleecraft, which consisted of this: that whatever tale he heard, he could in one night turn it into the finest staves, such that all who heard them marveled and longed to hear more, like some prize cow who grazes and, chewing her cud, in the morning produces the sweetest and creamiest milk, which all long to drink.

Long years he dwelt in the hall of Osbert, King of the Hwicce, and was accounted among the foremost of gleemen, and many rings he received from him.

Indeed, do we not sing his songs to this very day?

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 TomorrowSeeds - Mary Washington Asparagus Seeds - 100+ Count Packet - for 2024 Perennial Cold Hardy Broccoli Fall Garden Root Vegetable


 I wonder what the old North European ancestors would have called asparagus, had they known of it. Considering the ways along which the old tribal imaginations were wont to run, I'm guessing, probably, “spear-grass.”

It even kind of sounds like “asparagus.”

Oh asparagus, most ephemeral of seasonal delicacies. The Red Crests savored it back in old Romeburg days, of course: “quick as boiled asparagus,” Augustus Caesar was wont to say.

(Anyone who has ever tried to poach asparagus will understand that this means very quickly indeed.)

Things look different now, of course. Driving through rural Germany in the Spring some years back, I saw fields and fields and fields of asparagus, mostly for the domestic market. Per capita consumption of asparagus (spargel) is higher in Germany than anywhere else in the world.

Just about every restaurant where we ate that Spring had a separate asparagus menu tucked into the regular menu. You could put together an entire meal for yourself from one of these, with asparagus in every course—appetizer, soup, salad, entree—even, incredibly, dessert.

Savor while ye may, O ye lovers of Spring. Like Spring herself, asparagus season will soon pass by … just as quick as boiled asparagus.

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Heart Center: Your Shrine to Love

An altar is a place of power—your personal power—where you can make magic. It should be an expression of your deepest self, filled with artifacts that hold personal resonance. Allow your altar to be a work in progress that changes with the seasons and reflects your inner cycles.

To create your altar, find a small table and drape it in richly colored, luxurious fabrics—perhaps red satin or a burgundy velvet scarf. Take one red and one pink candle and arrange them around a sweet-smelling incense such as amber, rose, or jasmine. Decorate your altar with tokens that represent love to you: a heart-shaped chunk of ruby glass, potpourri made with rose and amethyst, a photo of your lover. Fridays are the time for spelling love, right before dawn. Before you light your candles, anoint them with a love oil you select from the following pages.

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To Whom Do You Bow?

I grew up steeped in a Christian idea of worship: as humble devotion paid to a perfect, all-powerful God. Such devotion could feel inspiring, promising a kind of ultimate consummation.


But it depended on a level of belief I could not sustain, and dogmas I could not accept. I needed God to be perfect, but reading the Bible put that deeply in question. In the end Christianity seemed to limit my experience rather than complete it.


I left God behind, but not the need to worship, to taste the exaltation of reverence. As a refugee from mainstream religion, to whom could I bow?

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Eternal Love Altar: Dedication Your Sacred Space

Here, at your magical power source, you can “sanctify your love.” Collect your tools as well as meaningful symbols and erotic iconography, and prepare for the sacred rituals of love.


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