• woman sleeping on a bed of flowers
    Poetry

    Gwydion Makes Leu a Wife

     By Charlotte Hussey At dawn I drop armfuls of leafy plants, buds on slender stalks, frail, scented blossoms, hundreds upon hundreds— into a vat of river water.   I stir from edge to center, chaos to order, watch sunlight reflect off the pin-wheeling liquids, ridged with tiny waves, like crimped, opening petals.   Slowly the vat’s surface settles, gathering to it the colors of field, forest, and pleasure garden to seed some small, fleshy thing, not of father not of mother, in the cooling mash.   The full moon pours down into her creamy folds as into the cobwebbed veils of a mushroom. “Woman, woman I have summoned you here…

  • Featured Articles,  Pagan Life

    30 Day SOA Challenge – 4

    Editor’s Note: This 30 Day Challenge will run in weekly segments with 5 days per segment. Each subsequent segment will be linked to the previous one. Click here for Days 11-15. THE SOA 30 DAY CHALLENGE Days 16-20 By Robin Corak Day 16: Goddess Challenge-Bloduewedd. Do the same activities you did on Day 2 but for Bloduewedd. Day 17: Avalonian Runes. Make your own Mirror Runes as described in Avalon Within and work with them.  If you have already made these runes, do a reading and perhaps think about new and different ways that you might be able to use the runes. Day 18: The Kybalion. Read about the 7 principles…

  • Featured Articles

    Bloduewedd’s Call

    STEPPING INTO THE LIGHT: BLODUEWEDD’S CALL By Robin Corak The first time I saw her, It was 2003, and I was at my first intensive in the Berkshire mountains. My fellow sisters and I, cloaked in black, walked silently through a labyrinth in the forest. When I got to the center of the labyrinth, I glimpsed a beautiful woman with long, blond hair and magnetic eyes staring at me from under the hood of her cloak. I blinked for a moment, and she was gone. The second time I saw her, a day later, she did not come to me in strictly human form. I was in a small temple,…

  • Featured Articles,  Poetry

    Flying with Blodeuwedd

    Flying with Blodeuwedd By Christina McClendon Breath deepens In and out. Lungs expand In and out. Eyelids close and the waves appear. As the wave crests, I see Her face. And then She is gone. Another wave comes, again, Her face. The curve of Her smile, the wisps of hair under Her hood, The wide large eyes of Blodeuwedd. Stillness. Complete Bliss. Perfect Unconditional Love. Come with me, Fly with me, See through my eyes… We wind our way into the tree trunk and up the spiral staircase. At the top, the staircase opens to one lone branch. We walk out together. What is your heart’s desire, my love? Our…