The Sun is behind us, the dark lies ahead, Come now the Winter, set the Summer to its bed. Time now to harvest, to reap and to store, Gather up your harvest and step through the door. As the darkness and light settle into balance for the Autumnal Equinox, I walk with an eye
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It is easy to feel sad now that the nights are really drawing in. In the Moon Books community book Every Day Magic, Mabh Savage wrote this entry for September 23, with a magical suggestion to help beat the post-Equinox blues: For some, the Autumn Equinox can be jarring realisation that summer is over and
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The following is an excerpt from A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors by Mabh Savage The equinoxes are moments of pure balance; day equals night; light equals dark. Nothing outweighs the other; nothing has an advantage. Symbolic of peace, tranquillity and calm, but also the feeling of hanging in the balance, the calm before the
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Do you see beauty in everyday things? My friends keep inspiring me with things they post on social media, and my friend Chris popped this quote up today: “Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to love the beautiful, but it’s beautiful to love the ordinary.”
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by Mabh Savage Druids call this time of year ‘The light of the water’, which, apart from being superbly poetic, is perfect for our British autumn. There is certainly plenty of water; storm Aileen (come on, Aileen! Sorry… sorry…) has hit hard across the country, with 75mph winds and flash floods. I saw evidence of
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By Mabh Savage I saw a crow carrying a hedgehog today. The hedgehog was dead, crushed by a car whose driver was oblivious to its small, spiky presence. Maybe that driver was in a hurry, or didn’t see, or simply didn’t care. The crow waited for a gap in the traffic, and, just a few
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October …… season of mists and first frosts. The sights of winter begin to surround us. AUTUMN LEAVES. Red against the green, Blood of summers dying days, Given back to earth. FROST. Frost. Softer than a breath, This silver sighs away Beneath a warming touch, Leaving A tear to trace across each leaf, That it
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