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First Evening of Spring PotPourri

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* It’s likely an indication of the fact that I’ve been working too many long days without a break that my first thought upon reading this is that pineapple & lavender syrup would make lovely cocktails.

* Now that it’s (finally!) Spring, the Greenman and I are hoping to go see a Virginia native: bluebells. Although I have to make the Brit-to-US translation, bluebells always remind me of one my favorite lines (“Smells like bluebells. Smells like heaven.”) from one of my favorite movies, I Capture the Castle. What Spring flower are you longing to see?

* It takes a certain level of assholishness (that’s a new word that I just coined and I want credit any time anyone uses it!) to do something like this to fourth graders. Remember, the people who hate Planned Parenthood love “the children.” (hat tip to Star).

* Speaking of assholishness, the Catholic church in San Francisco (named for St. Francis! He’s rolling in his grave!) has been dousing the homeless with cold water to stop them from sleeping inside the doorways of cathedrals. (“In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets, and steal loaves of bread.” ~ Anatole France, Le Lys Rouge (1894)). Don’t you dare “No True Scotsman” this one. No, that’s Catholics for you. Whom Would Jesus Douse? So first they demand that every single fetus get carried to term and then, when there are too many people and not enough land, jobs, and houses, they douse those extra fetii with cold water to keep them from messing up Jebuz’s nice church doorways. I’ve been traveling back and forth to San Francisco a lot for my job and I guarantee you that the next time I’m there, I’m going to bring supplies and hand them out to the homeless at Saint Mary’s Cathedral.

* One advantage of having a relationship with your land base, with your own, to use a phrase from The Secret Garden, Bit of Earth, is that you can learn to listen to the gossip of the landbase that goes on all the time. It goes on all the time even though most people are completely unaware of it, just like that oafish boss at your job is unaware of all the gossip about her that goes on in the lunch room. Here’s just a tiny taste of what I mean.

The local crows always tell me when the neighborhood cat is bothering the chipmunks, when a hawk is watching my birdfeeder, when anyone steps into my yard. OK, almost all of the time it’s someone who should be there: the lawn guys, or the mulch guys, or a meter reader. But I’m still grateful for the warning. How do you embed yourself into the gossip of your Bit of Earth? How do you contribute to it? (I tell the crows, “OK, the guy is coming to prune the trees. Don’t dive bomb him; he won’t cut down any branches with nests.” And I put out bird food in Winter. Contributing to the local foodbank is part of being a good neighbor.)

* I was delighted to hear, at this year’s Sacred Space/Between the Worlds conference, quite a few references, in various sessions, to house spirits, meaning the spirit of each, individual house.

Of course, animist that I am, I’ve always known that every building has its own spirit and that every building longs to be in relationship with other buildings, other objects, other spirits, other carbon-based lifeforms. I know that my own little cottage certainly does and part of my morning meditation is to be in communion with it. My article in the upcoming issue of Witches & Pagans magazine will talk a lot more about this.

Do you ever get in touch with the spirit of your house? Invite it into your magic? Do magic for it? Has it ever helped you or have you ever helped it? How does it look, feel, sound, behave? Can your articulate exactly how this stands in opposition to capitalism, patriarchy, fascism?

* Here’s the most exciting thing that’s happened to Witchcraft in the last ten years. Thank the Goddess; there’s a lot of us old broads who’ve been waiting a long time, doing a lot of old magic, and hoping against hope that this would happen. So mote it be.

* Here, from the folks who brought us the Wildwood Tarot, via the Fool’s Dog is a spread that I’ll be doing this Equinox:

LIGHT AND DARKNESS SPREAD
Card 1: This card is my beloved light – this is what the cards say lights you up brightest. (Card position inspired by the sun).
Card 2: This shadow obscures my light – this is the obstacle, habit, barrier etc (Card position inspired by the moon).
Card 3: This helps me move from the shadow to reveal my light to the world. (Inspired by the solar eclipse).
Card 4: This is my beloved darkness – a part of yourself that you do not share with others (inspired by the dark supermoon)
Card 5: This is how I balance my beloved darkness and light to enhance my life and those lives around me (inspired by the Vernal Equinox)
Card 6: This is what the Universe wishes me to shower upon the Earth! This will be an unexpected and life-enhancing spectacle!
(inspired by the Northern Lights).

What divination do you do at the beginning of Spring?

Picture found here.

The Unity of this Spring & Winter, Manifest in the Equinox

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Look at Love

~ Jelaluddin Rumi

Look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
Look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
Why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
Pay attention to how things blend
Why talk about all
the known and the unknown
See how the unknown merges into the known
Why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last
Look at your heart and tongue
One feels but deaf and dumb
The other speaks in words and signs
Look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once
The wolf and the lamb
The lion and the deer
far away yet together
Look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox
You too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me
Be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
Don’t get mixed up with bitter words
My beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be?

Picture found here.

Eostara’s Coming!

So, you know that I NEVER do this. I avoid all internet pictures of animals on grounds of good taste, but, still, I had to share this because it is JUST how I feel:

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Three Weeks Out from Eostara

First Crocus 2013

First Crocus 2013

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Tuesday Poetry Blogging

Snowdrops in Late Winter

Snowdrops in Late Winter


The Crone’s Song

~ Doris Henderson

She gave to me a witching ring,
a wraith of clouds, a song to sing,
a whispered voice in the leafing tree,
the melting waters of an ice cold sea.

The winter is gone, the hills are bare.
The rabbit wakes from her darkened lair.
My heart is hungry and my soul is free —
O Goddess, give a sign to me.

A bird in flight, so black of wing,
across my path in the early spring.
She casts her eye, she holds me fast;
I see her shadow in the tangled grass.

O Hecate pale, your call I know;
my hand grows cold like the nettle’s sting:
the blackbird turns, and lets me go.
She gives to me another spring.

The chilly wind a-rushing free,
the pale green veils of the willow tree,
the circling hills, the melting snows,
the sheltered rock where the crocus grows.

The Beltane fires will burn once more,
like fifty summers I’ve known before.
The icy blue sky, the falling rain . . .
She gives me back my life again.

Poem found in Casting the Circle: A Women’s Book of Ritual by Diane Stein

Picture found here.

And, We’re Off


And so we head, will we or nil we, into this too-early Spring. The grief of Samhein, the retreat into the Dark of Yule, the gentle awakening of Imbolc are behind us. Time now to be up and doing, taking the flocks out to green pastures, preparing the soil, spelling the seeds, harvesting the first lettuces and radishes and peas.

What goals did you set for yourself this year? How will you use the lengthening days and shortening nights to get there?

Picture found here.

Blessings of the Equinox


Last Spring

~Gottfried Benn

Fill yourself up with the forsythias
and when the lilacs flower, stir them in too
with your blood and happiness and wretchedness,
the dark ground that seems to come with you.

Sluggish days. All obstacles overcome.
And if you say: ending or beginning, who knows,
then maybe—just maybe—the hours will carry you
into June, when the roses blow.

Picture found here.