ONE WOMAN’S THOUGHTS BY SUSAN MORGAINE #1 I am not old but I am so old I am strong but I am broken I am a survivor and yet I cry I want to scream but I am silent I am a woman but there is a child within I am here but I am…
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…
Cauldron of Cerridwen by Jennifer R. Miller I am at ease in your velvety darkness that covers and heals me in places the light cannot reach, because I am much too weary now for all that blinding brightness. Under the supple, lustrous rays of the moon, I stare into the swirling black void of the…
Ceridwen’s Song By Kate M. Brunner frost tendrils bloom wild, cold, and ancient up a lonely mountain path that which once was sweet river water now quiet like stone deep winter secrets grow over rock and lichen dark earth beneath a whispering song Kate M. Brunner is a writer, healer, ritualist, & member of…
A Visit From Gwynn ap Nudd Or ‘Twas the Night Before Solstice by Natalie Reed Upon the sacred Tor I sit A fire of Oak, Ash, Thorn is lit I close my eyes, ask what I seek Wisdom is not for the meek Tales of mystic hero lore Memories from the days of yore Look…
RENEWING BRANWEN SPEAKING WITH BRANWEN’S VOICE by Susan Morgaine I know how hard it can be to have the ones you love disagree and fight, to know there is not much you can do, and yet know you must try. Because I know that, above all, Peace and Love are worth the tears and…
Meditation in Light and Dark by Kathryn Gordon Prisms glow in fire and squirrels knot themselves on bark. Emerging slowly, branches etch a forest into snow — In this way, all living things grow more vivid in unfertile soil. About the Author: Kathryn has written poetry for many years because it helps her to identify…
Fin (the Owl of Cwm Cawlwyd) by Jenny Bates It’s raining, and my dreams of an evening meal feel like a wet discarded rag. It’s a blanket of a day. Wisely, I wrap my disappointment around me and dream of fish; whose fins carry them through water like my wings through air. It’s ironic being…
Shadow Dance by Rhosyn Gwyn Yesterday flickers in the candlelight Dancing slowly in the shadows Mocking what had been bright and brash Sparks of what once was Become the glow of what is Time becomes timeless. For an instant Old and new become one Until the brilliance of transmutation Again extinguishes the taper of the…
By Linda Lurcott Being the daughter of an amateur astronomer the night sky is usually a topic of discussion or the plan of the evening, to view through the family telescope. Last fall, I discovered a photographic exhibit, entitled “Star Struck”, on astronomy at a nearby museum. I immediately wanted to take my dad. Then I noticed…