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Calanais Rainbow

Bridge over sky Cauldron over Earth Ancestor stones give out the energy That defines the dark and light See the colour How it changes Within the cauldron all is light Holds the wisdom of the old ones Without the cauldron… Continue Reading →

4 elements workshop

Lyke ways and Corpse roads

From Ancient Wisdom, on Ley Lines I grew up with old ways, spirit ways, death roads all around me and in the village where we lived we used them in the old ways too. the featured picture is of part… Continue Reading →

Song of the Soul Catcher

  #poetry today #folklorethursday  

Ancient Devon Tradition

Long ago – but still happening now – and far away (well relatively speaking!) the ancient practice of Cow Drumming began in the wilds of Exmoor. This is a modern-day example. You can see just how much appreciated it is… Continue Reading →

Froggy Goes a Courting

Origins of folksongs. Just listening to a BBC4 programme about Cecil B Sharpe and there was a lovely Appalachian rendition of Froggy Goes a Courting, they said it’s “just a children’s song” and also that it’s a nursery rhyme. Oh… Continue Reading →

Midsummer Turning of the Year

Today the sun moves on Three days he has stood still Rising at the same point on the horizon While the two kings wrestle Oak has been the guardian Caring for the Lady Since the Sun-Return of Midwinter Now it… Continue Reading →

Lady & Lord in Herefordshire

In what’s now called the Golden Valley are two little churches, either side of the Dwr river , Turnastone and Vowchurch. When the Normans arrived here sometime after 1066 they misinterpreted this Welsh word dŵr, which means water, for the… Continue Reading →

Blackthorn Ceridwen

Blackthorn flowers before the leaves come and may flower as early as Imbolc, especially now climate change and global warming are well underway. The two British thorn trees, blackthorn and whitethorn (otherwise known as the May Tree and hawthorn) hold… Continue Reading →

Imbolc

Says it all for me …    

Bridey’s Flower: a blog for Imbolc

In my end is my beginning … Eliot again, now at Imbolc as at Samhain. And now again, the story ends and the story begins, turning and cycling round the seasons. Hiding in the bushes beside the clearing where the… Continue Reading →

3 Kings Night

Big day for us here today, with lots of biodynamics to do. We’ve spent the past 11 days stirring Prep 500 (horn manure) each day … one day for each month of the coming year … and today is the… Continue Reading →

Wren Boys – the Hunting of the Wren

The Wren Boys are an old tradition and so is the Hunting of the Wren. Its later forms, in Ireland, included catching a wren, sometimes keeping it alive and parading it round the village and at others killing it –… Continue Reading →

Night of the Mothers

It’s old, old, old. It’s the eve of sun-return, the 24th of December, that the Christians now call Christmas eve. It’s the night the mothers come together to rebirth the sun. I was thirteen when I could first go. At… Continue Reading →

The Firewood Rhyme – Anon

An old log-rhyme for Midwinter, more of our old floklore … Logs to Burn, Logs to burn, Logs to burn, Logs to save the coal a turn, Here’s a word to make you wise, When you hear the woodman’s cries…. Continue Reading →

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