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Beltane Celebration

You are sitting in a small meadow, waiting with many others for the Beltane ritual to begin. Your feet are bare in the grass, a soft, green carpet, and you run your soles over the smoothness. A grasshopper bounds away from your intruding paw, and you render it an amused apology. The sun is fine …

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To Summer

To Summer   So fresh and green, the rolling hills, Exulting ‘neath the daystar’s heat; Growing wild as Nature wills The peas and apples, the golden wheat. All the creatures born in Spring Explore the reaches of their domain On hoof and paw, with scale and wing In rich warm sun and flowing rain. And …

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Maiden, Mother, Crone and Warrior

Maiden, Mother, Crone and Warrior   Sweetest Maiden Sister, Lover of the wild, In all respects a blossoming And happy little child. We name you Springtime Maiden, Treading softly through the trees, Awakening the flowers, Your laughter on the breeze. Beneath you, seeds are sprouting; Above you, warm, the sun. Around you, animals are born …

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Owning “Stuff”

Stuff A Compilation Article from Maine Pagan Digest [Ed note: The opinions expressed here are from many different people, so the subjective “I” is not specific to one person. Good luck!] The Holidays are behind us, to which many of us breathe a sigh of relief… until the credit card bills come in. Did you …

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Brighid

Imbolc lays before us deep As all the world lies still, asleep. And in this time of seeming death, We’re livened by Midwinter’s breath. The celebration of this time Is done with stories, song and rhyme. Here in Winter’s deepest cold We find you, Brighid, kind and bold.   With joy, the bride doll now …

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Brighid’s Flame

It is a cold Imbolc day in the countryside, and wintertime restlessness has made your feet wish to wander. Bundling yourself up against the chill, you don thick socks, warm long underthings, a heavy jacket, mittens, boots, and a hat. Bidding farewell to your warm home, you venture forth into the cold afternoon air, and …

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The Lady of Yule

The Lady of Yule   On the night of Yule The stars shone like jewels In a sky that was clear as black glass I was walking through woods And stopped where I stood With my heart in a seeming morass   Finding sadness everywhere I was lost in despair In this season of coldness …

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Winter Queen

With stately grace and slow, the Winter Queen walks the sleeping land. All has been measured and counted in; the Earth is now at rest. It is not without love that she brings the cold season, but a deep need for silence and sleep. The world has been so busy, occupied with living and growing, …

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Darkness and Light’s Return: A Ritual for Yule

In the darkness, I hear the wind. It speaks in a timeless language that I have all but forgotten except in my dreams. Here and there a familiar word but all is confusion and mystery. I feel left out, uninformed. There is too much to know and, to learn, to understand, and I am overwhelmed …

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Samhain Prayer

  In this night where veils are thinnest and the cries of our Beloved Dead can be heard across waves of time, think upon the past, see where your feet have trodden, and learn from the landmarks and trail blazes you left behind.   In this night when Harvest is over, abundance is gathered and …

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