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Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'If She Had Been The Mistletoe', by Emily Dickinson
If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close— Since I am of the Druid, And she...


Winter Trees as a Portal to Aliveness
There is something about the skeletal splendor of winter trees - so vascular, so axonal, so pulmonary - that fills the lung of life with...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'December' by Christopher Pearse Cranch
No more the scarlet maples flash and burn Their beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain; The meadow-grasses and the woodland fern In the...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Cold Earth Slept Below' by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The cold earth slept below; Above the cold sky shone; And all around, With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow The...


The Ancient Midwinter Deer Mother Goddess
Female reindeer are unique with regard to other deer species in that they grow and shed antlers. This attribute is part of the mythology...


Scottish Folklore: 'The Laird of Balmachie's Wife'
In the olden times, when it was the fashion for gentlemen to wear swords, the Laird of Balmachie went one day to Dundee, leaving his...


The Ancient Pagan Goddesses of Winter
There are many goddesses associated with this time of the year, so in this post we will take a brief look at some of them, collectively,...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'And death shall have no dominion', by Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are...


In Loving Memory of Robert Bly
"He was a King, a seer and a poet. He was a lord with a manifold and great train. He was our magician, our knowledgeable one, our...


Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Melancholic Perception', by Theodore Roethke
It was beginning winter, An in-between time, The landscape still partly brown: The bones of weeds kept swinging in the wind, Above the...


Irish Paganism Does Not Belong In The Past
When people first discover, (or rediscover), Irish spiritual and animist tradition I notice that, for non-Irish seekers, at least, there...


When The Source Ran Free: A Story For The Present Time
Watching the sun rise over the wetlands, the mist fading, even here in the midst of nature there is the strange stillness of a world in ...


Ancient Irish Star Lore: The Pleiades, Fairies and the Ancestral Dead
When it comes to ancient Ireland, star lore is conspicuous by its absence. There are some theories that the Celtic stories of Gods,...


The Time of the Cailleach
It is again a time of seasonal change and the Cailleach has stepped through the veil and into our world. The fields are bare and the wind...


The Turn of the Seasons
I was reading about a white stag shot by police in England today and I was reminded of both this image by Vexim and the almost archaic...


Samhain and the Return of the Dead
As we begin to approach Samhain, and the astronomical cross-quarter, I though I'd begin to post some traditions associated with this...


Samhain and the Seed
I recently finished Andrew Micheal Hurley’s excellent folklore novel, Starve Acre. Without spoilers, the protagonist discovers the bones...


Mirror Folklore at Samhain: Reflections of The Otherworld
Although the following custom is considered romantic, I must admit that I've always found it slightly eerie and disturbing. There are a...
