Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Spring is upon us the  days noticably  longer an emboldened horizon Dont we all   just  feel stronger First  Imbolc, now  Oestra butterflies too so much going on Spring flowers morning dew Music from Nature So subtle and sweet the … Continue reading →

fossil stone eggs Some Duids acclaim an obsessional cause part of a chain a purpose to ground us imagine the deed the  conglommeration of lifeless who feed on the wildness of Nature the  rake of the earth embalmed in the … Continue reading →

The Roll Rights stone circle it enlivens one’s soul Perched on a hilltop its distinct role orderliness harmony what our eyes see is what the Neolithic Took in actually.   an array of the weathered stones in a field surrounded … Continue reading →

her rampant state of order is to come into our  sight with a clearness and a harmony It seems she feels just right above a wretched darkened sky with threats of wind and rain but perched atop the  Rosemary with … Continue reading →

In the Wold of Cots where forget me knots and Belles of  blistering blue hang fire alone where they were grown in the root stocks there  is glue those cups of course are toxic but  with spital they  become the … Continue reading →

its all happening at clearwell in the Forest of Dean the Wye rolling viciously brokering a scene   out of  ancestral shadowings the caves where the  Iron Ore is mined a festival of ancient Celts its where so many find … Continue reading →

Whilst excavating  in Gloucestershire What do you imagine that they found a statue of the goddess Venus made of pipe clay thick with mud It had  laid there centuries love and beauty sea and flood impeccable condition except it had … Continue reading →

After a windy night of blackness the sun was high and took a role of percolating through the trees Giving us heightened soul Samhain Roll Rights  waiting Its neolithic way Lichens growing Moles too showing energy Today   the Druid order … Continue reading →

Those resplendent stones  how they stand tall the antiquity of emotion It does just over rule the reason for our ritual the depiction of the scene The narrative, the sky above the grove of trees that lean inwards,  its been … Continue reading →

the magic of the  Autumn Fruit of  the gods some say pertaining to the underworld the silver bough, today feminine of gender planet Venus  she Bounded by fresh water and her deity Venus and Dionysus And Diana  perchance at Samhain … Continue reading →

Midway between the solstices and the equinox’s a cross quarter day important as we know Fairs, truces  and harvest days All about the culmination of the food we grow   yesterday at Rollrights the creaking gate  when pushed Exclaimed look … Continue reading →

Exciting times once again the First Harvest it is here its all about abundance And joy, no need for fear everything is ripening With all that sun and rain the season and the cycle Fruition YES again   the sun … Continue reading →

Lughnasdh or Lammas a time to celebrate its really the first harvest when the weather feels Just great hot and balmy Summer days Fruits ripe for the picking they provide those luscious flavours yes my friends hip hip hooray   … Continue reading →

A fine old Gaelic festival The Harvest Seasons here half way between the Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox its clear Lughnsadh, Samhain Imbolc, and  of  course Beltane the first Gaelic Festival Hear the Great God Lugh’s refrain gatherings and … Continue reading →

Eel Marsh House imagine  it, unlived in On An island  once a day cut off by the tides the old house very very grey   only mythical beings and phantoms dare I say would even contemplate a stint by living … Continue reading →