Wheel of the Year: the 8 solar holidays.

How I celebrate the turning of the year, in solitude, with family, or in community. A post is promised for every sabbat.

Life Springs Forth

by Cari on 03/20/2017

in Wheel of the Year

The mother pleads Stay chaste But chased the girl will be by the course of her own bright blood And dark desire leads her away A flowery meadow, a walled garden are but a moment For soon she is caught in the net of time Lured by the offered fruits apple, pomegranate the proferred crown, [...]

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Come in, Bride!

by Cari on 02/01/2017

in Wheel of the Year,Writing

Brigid Eve Quickly now. Sweep the hearth. Dress the altar with daffodils and flowering quince from the wild verges. Add small things. A blue pitcher of holy Glastonbury water, a jar of poppy seeds, a quill for me, and a crystal inkwell. Grandmother’s anvil, and from my daughter a tiny twin of the Newgrange spiral [...]

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When the longest night of year is here Our friends and family gather near To light a candle against the night And warm our spirits in the wonder of light The longest night of the northern year arrives tonight, and for a few moments, the world stills. Since writing the verse illustrated in this card, [...]

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Once again, I have gone to the Revels well, and been filled with light, song, myth and magic. As always, the show was pure enchantment, offering the singing and storytelling that are deep in the bedrock of Wales, this year’s honored culture. The days are dark indeed this year, leading up to Yule and the [...]

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All Hallows Eve

by Cari on 10/31/2016

in Wheel of the Year,Writing

Hallows Dear ones Your mute voices clamor in my ear Thin fingers pluck at my hem Your dry tears clot my throat I bear your unquiet loss. I light the candles I call the directions I bring the flowers I keep the faith, the waste, the plaint I give the breath, the blood, the bone [...]

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The autumn equinox arrives today. The great wheel of time turns. The darker half of the year draws near, whether we will or no. And as sometimes happens, “I was summoned, from the branches of night …” by an old friend. Hear Moving through this scaffolding of days Holding solace in dreams and murmurs of memory [...]

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It’s Lammas time again, the first of the three harvest festivals and the one that especially honours the bread and the brew.  My altar has artwork for the body of grain, bread art representing the female and male principles, two favourite corn dollies made by my daughter when she was young,  a favorite framed harvest [...]

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Summer seems to touch on a time out of time, when we cease our striving and doing, for a few moments, and simply be. My to-do list is slowly becoming my to-be list. Like the sun in the sky, I too seem to stand still. At midsummer I feel a sort of threshold: looking back, [...]

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‘Twas a lovely Beltane morning bringing up the sun with the Morris dancers at the Baylands. When we wake at 4 a.m. to roll out of bed for this sunrise ceremony of frolic and awe, we grumble and wonder at ourselves, but what if the sun did NOT rise because we were too lazy to [...]

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The Flowering Year

by Cari on 03/20/2016

in Wheel of the Year

It is astonishing to me that I am able to look upon this lovely image of a woman gathering flowers, every morning when I wake up, for a print of it hangs on my bedroom wall.  The original fresco was painted about 2000 years ago, in a villa built for the Roman nobility, overlooking the [...]

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