Category Samhain/Deep Autumn

A Poem for the Dark Seasons

CRONE Sliding into the Old One’s merciful Darkness –   into Her unknown blanking out of previous understandings It is an act of mercy It is an act of love.   She covers me with her  Darkness   The blood that fills this space, this Womb is not for death it is for life.   Drawing […]

Song of Hecate

a perfect Samhain contemplation by Bridget McKern 1993 (to be read uproariously) let birds out of cages! let bitches bitch! and dogs be dogs screech and moan to the moon let crows de-feet the plastic surgeons and cry “faarck” to the open sky we will have age in all her beauty. rivers of tears and […]

Conceiving, Imagining … the New at Samhain

In the PaGaian version of Samhain/Deep Autumn ceremony participants journey to the Luminous World Egg … a term taken from Starhawk’s The Spiral Dance (p.210), where she also names that place as “The Shining Isle”, which is of course, the Seed of conception, a metaphor for the female egg: it is the place for rebirth. […]

We Are the Ancestors

… for the current Samhain Season (in the Southern Hemisphere), as well as the planetary meltdown we witness: may we remember a deeper story always present. This was originally published in Gaian Voices Volume 6, Number 1 & 2, 2008 (by Glenys Livingstone Ph.D.) In the last couple of years two significant friends of mine have passed, trans-formed. […]

Beltaine/Samhain @ EarthGaia November 2016

In our everyday sacred journey around Mother Sun – the “Turas”[i] of our Planet Earth – our orbit is now moving us into the Seasonal Moment of Beltaine/Samhain: the cross-quarter between Equinox (Spring S.H./Autumn N.H.) and Solstice (Summer S.H./Winter N.H.): that Moment will be at is 23:42 “Universal Time” on the 7th November … that’s November 8th 9:42 EST Australia – […]

Transformation (a poem)

Transformation   Completely dismantled – all the stock taken out of the cupboards. Strip them bare Pull apart my knowings – rip them open, let the connections be severed.   Expose all the parts, every cell to the sunlight   de-toxify throw away move it all around mix it, mix it skim the dross   […]

I am the Ancient One

Folding my arms over my upper torso, I acknowledge this country that I am … an ancient land, a holy land: I only need travel to this place, be present to this place. I am She … GaiaEarth, we are all She: all “Transformations of the Ages” … this could be a title for Her/us […]

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