Spirituality and Sorcery

Listen now to the words of the Bright Maiden. She of old, who was called ; Brigidh, Artemis, Minerva, Idunn, Rhiannon, Blodeuwedd, Parvati, Chang 'e, Kore, Eostre and by many other names. I am the first light of the dawn that sweeps away weariness and banishes indifference. I am the promise of spring jutting from beneath the soft warm blankets of snow. Life renewed. I am the hatching egg opening from infinite potential to choose a path and destiny all my own. I am innocence coupled with wild abandon and lively curiosity that blow the dust off stale knowledge. I am the young flame that sparks inspiration, fueling a spirit of creativity and discovery. By my hand the beauty of your art, poetry, music and smith craft burst free. When my song fills your heart you will know me. I am enchantment, excitement and the carefree erotic aura that send men and Gods preening. I am the huntress running free through the woods in pursuit of my quarry, my hou...

Ēostre and  Ostara Fresh green grasses soft under our feet Downy yellow chickadee's chirp and peep Blooms spring forth from budding stems As sleep is shaken from those hibernating in dens White, pink, lavender, yellow and peach The colors of rainbows within our reach! A swath of your hand and wink from your eye The hard, dead winter waves it's last good bye. Awakening, and stretching the inhabitants of the glade Revel joyfully in your work, your plans well laid. Beautiful, gracious Eoster, Maiden of Spring We call to you lady, growth and fertility do you bring! Equal does time stand, as night gives it's way Thus the Sun rides high waxing to Solstice Day! Joyful ! Fulfilled, Spring plants and Vegetables sprout We thank you Lady for the bounty which will be wrought. Eoster, Gentle Maiden  of  Spring Sunshine, warmth  and rain do you bring Joy, love, life and sustenance to us Lovely maid...

Thig an nathair as an toll Là donn Brìde, Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd Air leac an làir. "The serpent will come from the hole On the brown Day of Bride, Though there should be three feet of snow On the flat surface of the ground."                                                                                                               Oimealg, Imbolc and Brigid Oimealg, ("IM-mol'g),Oimelc (“ee-melc”), al...

Invocation to Bride Drawing to a close, now is the shadowy night Twinkling and bright, O’ Morning Star light Dapples with dew, like glistening cold jewels. From deep within thy villages, and out amongst thy rurals Quiet is the forest, subdued is the glade Perched upon a whisper, balanced upon the blade. Yet from the dark comes the promise of the new day, Tucked within a black cloak, mane golden as the flame. Early yet late, when only insane or artists dare tred Driven by a passion, hunger longing to be fed. You stir us from our cradles and yank us from our beds, Drawn by your single candle, down a path we have longed to be led. By and ancient faery well, stand you and waits A lone figure upon whom the black cloak is draped Eyes blue, twin flames burning bright Flames to match your candle, against the dark is your light. You are inspiration and passion, a muse to the guilds You are the healer and the crafter, we are the students to your will. Mercurial and intuitive, elusive...