Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Today is the Dark Falling Leaves Moon. Tomorrow the 13th moon of the wheel of the year, the Hunter’s Moon, begins. Next week is Halloween, All Hallow’s, and the Day of the Dead. Also Bonfire Night if one is so inclined. It is cool and damp and rather dark with not much more than 10… Continue reading Ordinary Magic
That gardening works always takes me by surprise. I put these hard and cold and seemingly inert nuggets into dirt and, wondrously, plants happen. Black dirt turns green with sprouts. Flowers follow. Bees, birds and all manner of critters appear and get busy where before there was nobody doing much of anything. And in the… Continue reading A Garden of Wonder… Still
It’s been quite couple of weeks. There were two more events at work that left me numb with exhaustion and despair — and more illness, both as a result of people bringing their novel diseases into the very small and not notably well-ventilated shop in which I work and as a result of that exhaustion… Continue reading Two Rules for Happy
Alyssum: still going, also still feeding bees and hover flies Today is one of those mini-marker days in my annual round, a day when there is a tangible sign that the dark season is here. Sunset here in my part of the world is just before 6pm today and, same day, sunrise is just before… Continue reading In Rotation
Or: Why this is NOT Columbus Day Here is this guy. He has several boats worth of men with him on a trip into the unknown. They are lost, hungry, tired. Many are sick. Some have died already. They probably stink worse than an open sewer riddled with rotting bodies. Which is not far off… Continue reading Clarification
Odin Rides to the Rock by Arthur Rackham The Old Farmers' Almanac calls this moon cycle the Hunter's Moon, but for me the Falling Leaves Moon is full today at 4:54pm. They seem to think this moon is named for the hunting season. This is neither temporally nor mythically correct. It is not yet hunting… Continue reading Falling Leaves Moon
4 October is the feast day of St Francis of Assisi. You might know him as the irreverent but apt moniker, St Francis of the Birdbath, because that is where many of us encounter him. Bare-headed with the monk's tonsure, dressed in rough robes and coarse rope belting, he stands with one palm out, feeding… Continue reading St Francis of the Birdbath
I’m still on the subject of heat. I imagine many of you are as well, given that the weather in the Northern Hemisphere is turning cold, and there’s this ongoing fuel crisis where it’s coldest… We haven’t had a hard freeze here yet, but it’s been cold enough to drape frost over the fields on… Continue reading Heat: A Common Concern?
there’s a lot of advice on how we should feel and what we should think. not a lot on how to adjust the body to these changes we’re experiencing now, how to live physically. how to be in the body in this time and place. ultimately that is the only kind of living. in the… Continue reading michaelmas murmuring
It is the season of the witch. I should be in my element. Yet I am generally... not... I just get so frustrated with modern paganism. Here, I think, is a philosophy and a way of living that has so much potential to heal, to create joy, to fix all the crap that western culture… Continue reading Magical Thinking…
By My Solitary Hearth 