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Showing posts with label paganism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paganism. Show all posts

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Mabon Blessings! Happy Autumnal Equinox!


And so, today, with the turning of the wheel of the year, another season begins, another cycle commences.

I love all the seasons, each season has its special thing about it.

I love Autumn for its colours, its scents, and what I associate it with.

Soon the first rains will fall from the sky (and the emanating petrichor), as will the orange, red, brown and gold tree leaves falling to the ground.

And I cannot think of nothing better than getting home, changing to comfy clothes, preparing some hot tea, grabbing a book or a good movie, a blanket, and going for a lovely "couching" session, while listening to the rain outside. Soooo relaxing! 

As you know, the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn is associated with harvesting, of ripping what you've sown. Something usually done as a community (or, at least, with the help of family and friends) - at least in Góis (Portugal) it is a bit like that.

How can you celebrate such an event?

Think of growth, maturity, change, and how magical that is. Think of apples, pears, corn, grapes, and so on.

You may want to celebrate (by yourself or even over dinner, even if you're the only one in the know) by adding cornbread, apple pie, pear cake, wine or grape juice... You get the point.

Whatever you choose to do, have fun while doing it. Otherwise, you won't be celebrating at all.



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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Loreena McKennitt - All Souls Night

Tonight I am sharing a song that speaks to me in so many ways, in such deep levels, that takes me to a different place and time, and that wakes up my Pagan side. It makes me happy, makes me feel like dancing under the Moon, fills me with energy.
This song makes me feel at peace.


Loreena McKennitt - All Souls Night


Bonfires dot the rolling hills
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.

Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
And dancing till the next sunrise.

I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing 
A waltz on All Souls Night.

Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high 
The green knight holds the holly bush 
To mark where the old year passes by.

I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night.

Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around 
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness 
And moving to the pagan sound.

Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea 
The wind is full of a thousand voices 
They pass by the bridge and me.




Photograph taken today, by yours truly