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Late Summer Findings
I'm calling this post Late Summer Findings because I do not have the heart to name Autumn just yet. The trees on the hill behind my house are still green but there is a hint of rust and I wonder - can trees rust too in so much rain? Ah, rain, we have had a lot of rain this summer. So much rain that on dry days, like today, my eyes have to make adjustments as they view the landscape without the water curtain. Some of the potatoes show signs of blight - I hear it's almost unavoidable in a ... read more
Is It Spring?
I'm hearing this question all over the place as people wish the moments away looking for something better. I look for signs of new life emerging - the snowdrops and winter aconite shine their carpets of hope amongst the decaying humus of the woodland floor, the owls and foxes make eerie night noise as they mark territory and call for mates, buds on trees seem to swell a little more and my flowering redcurrant is uncurling leaves... The wheel is turning, but the Carlin/Cailleach has not ... read more
Yule Blessings
The Cailleach, or Carlin in Scots, is writhing and wild outside today. Perhaps she is ranting about relinquishing control of the world as the wheel turns and the shortest day marks the outward spiral to longer days and ... read more
Reflections
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Where to begin when you reflect on a whole year? At the beginning I suppose... I started the year with a miscarriage which isn't really the best way to start anything really. Looking back, much of the first half of the year seems shadowed by the aftermath - not just the grief and confusion and emotional side, but the physical rollercoaster my body travelled. I had to learn to ... read moreYule
Thought for the day-
Your path matters not to me - it is the truth of your heart which lights the ... read more
Samhainn Moon
Samhainn - the beginning of winter. Modern calendars mark the night on October 31st, but the old way of reckoning would look to the full moon for guidance. The Cailleach can be heard whirling amongst the branches of trees, blowing the last of the autumn colours away. She is seen in the mists that sweep in from the seas. Hilltops - where she is most at home - are eclipsed by her wild dance. She has imprisoned Bride within Ben Nevis and begins to wash her plaid in the great "speckled ... read more
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