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So, generally speaking, right now would be an excellent example about how you should do what I say, not as I do. Full time job, Jow's about to start nursing school, my book drops in six days, my cat literally just died . . .this would usually be where my house is a mess, my hair is unwashed, I'm eating like a garbage animal, watching crazy amounts of reality tv and the gym is a distant memory.
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Imbolc Devotional to the Rising Sun and the Earth Mother
Offering: A cup of warm tea
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The Moon-horns low as the full Moon clears the cattail thicket at lake's edge.
From among the standing reeds, three women emerge, arms around waists.
Their white skirts are identical, but their breasts are bare: the high breasts of youth, the round breasts of maturity, the long breasts of age.
The Young and the Old raise their outer arms.
Between them, She of the Round Breasts bears a silver bowl.
She speaks.
It seems like summer just arrived and already it is on its way out. Today is Lughnasadh (Celtic) or Lammas (Germanic), the beginning of the harvest season in Western European tradition and the first day of autumn according to reckonings that count summer as starting from May. Traditionally, it’s a time for working the fields and baking the first bread of the new harvest.
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--Aryós Héngwis
What do you say when someone dies?
I've been rereading Marvin Kaye and Parke Godwin's monumental The Masters of Solitude, a landmark of 20th century witch fiction. It's set 1000 years in the future, and eastern North America is largely populated by various witch tribes.
Among them, when someone dies, you express the wish—or is it a prayer?—that he (or she) be reborn to the tribe.
Reborn to the Shando. Reborn to the Suffec. Reborn to the Karli.
It's a deep witch longing: if I'm to be reborn, let it be among my own.
In the ancient Celtic world the Goddess was the One who expressed Herself through the many. Grainne is such a one. She is a Solar Goddess, welcoming the rebirth of spring and the fullness of summer and the Winter Queen/Dark Goddess, nurturing seeds through winter. She is Aine’s sister or another aspect of Aine. She, like Aine, was honored at the summer solstice and the first grain harvest of early August with bonfires and torchlit processions on top of her sacred hill at Leinster, Ireland. Remnants of these festivals are still found in folk ritual today.
Grainne is a part of the triple goddess formed by Herself and Her two sisters, Fenne and Aine. Both Grainne and Aine were beautiful, golden-haired goddesses who visited their fields and hilltops to protect and nurture the land, people and animals.
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Lammas. A time for bread baking and contemplation ---
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