• Featured Articles,  Monthly Avalonian Oracle

    The Mirror Pool: Sights and Insights – Calling The Barge

    by Seer Matron Elisa Greetings as we look ahead to 2022, Sisters! Although the Avalonian new year, having begun at Calan Gaeaf, is well underway, it is impossible not to acknowledge that January is, for most of the world, the month that heralds fresh starts and the turning of the page on the past and looking forward to the calendar year ahead. We are now in the third moon in the Avalonian Cycle of Revealing, the Moon of Transformation. I personally love that this moon typically falls in January since January already lends itself to being a time for new beginnings. This moon, in this month, also gives us the…

  • Featured Articles,  Monthly Avalonian Oracle

    The Mirror Pool: Sights and Insights – Hearthkeeper

    by Seer Matron Elisa Greetings, Sisters! Riding the wave of last month’s full moon, the Moon of Initiation (the first moon in the Avalonian Cycle of Revealing), we now welcome the next moon, the Moon of Distillation, and draw a new card from the Avalonian Oracle deck to guide us. We also continue our work with Ceridwen. Ah, Ceridwen. Each of our Avalonian Goddesses has moons that she resides over throughout the year. Ceridwen’s moons can be the most challenging of the Cycle, as I’ve experienced them. Of course, difficult and even tragic events can occur in our lives throughout the course of any moons throughout the year; but I have found that…

  • Artistic Expressions,  Poetry

    The Burden

    by Jenne Micale How do we carry our burdens? You cast your eyes down at the horseblock marking the sparkle of gravel and then up, defiant, a mare tousling her mane as she runs free. You accept, take it upon your back as broad as a pony, the breath labored until you find the balance and then the weight can be borne. Footfall by slow footfall to the mansion door Until the passenger dismounts laughing. You offer a steeled smile, run the sweaty back of your hand across a sun-browned brow and then return to the horseblock to wait. The journey back: so light, the breeze drying Your hair with…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 7

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 My partner Dominic had just completed his Ph.D. at Swansea University and had unexpectedly been offered a job at Cornell University, in Ithaca NY.  A university of such prestige that even here in this little corner of Wales, you could not have failed to have heard of its name. We were very reticent to leave our snug little blue cottage in Wales, to travel thousands of miles to a new country and essentially begin anew. Professor Lehman in the crop and soil science department at Cornell was very insistent on having Dominic join his team. And…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 6

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 At  Reclaiming camps a variety of experiential events always occurred, all were themed around the creation or fortifying of spiritual growth. One of the experiences that are offered by Reclaiming teachers is commonly known as a ‘path’. Paths were week-long metaphysical courses and having read the description of all four offerings at this year’s camp, I was torn. It would not be an easy choice to make, all the Paths held a beguiling charm for me, but, in the end, I decided to take the Priestess path. The Priestess path was being presented by Anne Marie, a teacher…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 5

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Suddenly, I found myself at the bottom of a sloping heather moorland, sandwiched between a multitude of crowded dark trees, they stood like sentries on either side of the moor, their depth unknowable to me. A bright sheen of light floated atop the dense heather, illuminated by the bright full moon overhead. I felt a sudden sense of panic, I was alone in the middle of a stormy forest, in the darkness, lost, I had never climbed this far up the valley before, even in the daylight, and for a brief moment I cursed at my own folly and lack…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 4

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 “If we walk far enough,” says Dorothy, “we shall sometimes come to someplace.” -L. Frank Baum The dark skyline of frenzied trees bowing and swaying in the quickening winds was my first vision of the Forest of the Glen of the Downs, Co Wicklow. It was the early evening, the twilight hours, and I had just walked the four-mile road from Kilpedder, where sat the first organic farm in Ireland, my place of work. It was a part of Ireland that was imbued with an old-world rural charm, a feeling that Dublin city, only an hour’s drive to the North, could no…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 3

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2 An idea formed in my mind, I needed to leave a piece of material on a tree branch as a gift, and so, I ripped a piece of what was, in all honesty, a random piece of cloth from the dress and tied it around one of the lower branches of the tree. As I did so, I gave thanks to the spirit of the tree for guiding me to this sacred and beautiful place. Now, as is the case with any tale worth telling, the news of Fionnuala’s and my discovery began to spread. The land itself was owned by a wonderful…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 2

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1 In my dream, I had envisioned a little wooden chalet, and flowing adjacent to the chalet, winding off into the indiscernible distance, was a small, clear stream. From its source flowed out a vibrant little Spring, gently rising up from the ground in the likeness of an ancient water Goddesses, in-state and awaiting an audience. At her head grew a gnarly ancient Elder tree, which kept a careful watch over the court. With my dreaming eye, I had drawn closer to the Spring, and as I did so, and without warning, up from somewhere deep within the Elder tree at its head leaped, a dark silhouetted…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 1

    By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall “Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!” -Lewis Carroll. I was always fascinated by the elemental forces that whirled daily around my body. The sting of the Winter winds, as they whipped past my cheek, the cool touch of the Spring rains as they poured down from the sky and soaked through my long hair. The healing warmth of the Summer Sun and the gentle caress of the Earth beneath my feet. These were the things that filled my childhood with joy. The Elements were my friends and my guides as I traveled, far and wide, on daring and intrepid adventures, through boggy cornfields…