In the very earliest time,
When both people and animals lived on earth,
A person could become an animal if he wanted to
And an animal could become a human being.
Sometimes they were people
And sometimes animals
And there was no difference.
All spoke the same language.
That was the time when words were like magic.
The human mind had mysterious powers.
A word [...]
“If apples were pears
And peaches were plums
And the rose had a different name.
If tigers were bears
And fingers were thumbs
I’d love you just the same.”
- Valentine’s Day Songs and Poems
The Crone sits in Her rocking chair
And roasts the chestnuts on the coals.
Outside, December branches bear
A coat of frost in curling scrolls.
She frightens children with Her eyes
And thumps Her cane, a solemn beat -
But ah, Her words are gentle, wise,
A waning crescent at Her feet.
Her death draws near; She knows it’s so,
But does not fear [...]
Lily is my inner child.
She dances within animated faery pictures
laced with rainbows.
She beacons a light hearted soul
sometimes found in me.
Lily…
that’s what I’ve named her.
I think of her as someone separate
from me
my solace
my pretend
celtic design tattoos of creativity.
We often sit together
sipping tea
seeking magic
faries and mermaids color pages.
We keep leaves in our pockets
and baby roses at our [...]
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to [...]
A wheel was shown to me,
wonderful to behold…
Divinity is in its omniscience and
omnipotence
like a wheel,
a circle,
a whole,
that can neither be understood,
nor divided,
nor begun nor ended.
– Hildegard of Bingen
by Elizabeth Barrette
My athame is a two-edged blade
Of metal and of magic made
It turns all hostile magic back
With shining steel and handle black
When ways are closed,
it cuts right through
And all that binds, it severs, too
Upon the hilt, a Witch’s name
To second-sight burns bright with flame
And only to that hand, this blade
Will serve and answer as [...]
“Enlightenment doesn’t come through constantly seeking after some kind of excitement, but through concentration on making each task in our everyday routine sacred.”
A Poem For April’s New Moon
by Elizabeth Barrette
The Maiden Goddess
The Maiden dances, pale and fair,
On April mornings soft with rain
With apple blossoms in Her hair
And green leaves trailing from Her train.
In pastures [...]