Meditation for Spring By Willow Hurlburt Transformation. Emergence. Rebirth. Resurrection. Change. Myths of transformation – of resurrection from death – abound. Jesus, Persephone, Adonis, Inanna, Osiris, Dionysus, Balder, Tammuz, Ishtar, Quetzalcoatl, Blodeowedd, Izanami. This time of year we see nature’s message, incorporated into popular symbols: -Caterpillars metamorphose into butterflies – one body dies but the…
Ninth Wave Press, the publishing arm of the Sisterhood of Avalon, is pleased to present to you the datebook for 2014. It is available by pre-order through the following link. You can get a sense of its beauty through the preview. Her Sacred Garden–An Avalonian Herbal Journey–2014 Datebook
with Ashley It is unfortunate that living in south Louisiana means we do not experience a dramatic turning of the seasons as some areas of the country do. We often joke that Louisiana has three temperatures: warm, hot and “10th level of hell.” Because of this, the turning of the seasons in my area is…
Goddess Full Moon Prayer By Sky Fowler Guide me in serenity as I step into my sovereignty without judgment, accepting myself how I am, perfect in my imperfection. Guide me as I step into my power, shedding the self-doubt and negative self-talk as a reptile sheds its skin. Guide me as I blossom, unburden me…
by Joceyln The Afal Mawr hearth has spent the last year and a half slowly creating our personal altar boxes. I first read about it in the Gwyl Mair 2011 issue in an article by Ashley Michael. She made hers in an Altoid Tin and it really intrigued me. I have made sculptural boxes and…
Ancient Celtic Religion by Jhenah Telyndru This is Part III of a Four-part series. The Sacred Year As pastoralists and agriculturalists, the lives of the Celts were intertwined with the changing of the seasons. In Britain, Iron Age Celts dwelt in small farmsteads with extended families and clan groups living together in nucleated hamlets with…
It doesn’t feel like spring yet. Up where I live, in the northeast corner of Pennsylvania, the snow is still falling, sometimes gently, sometimes not so gently, and we are all waiting patiently for the cold to break. It doesn’t smell like spring yet either. Each season has a distinct smell, just like each has…
The path is winding up the hill and the wind whips at your ears. You can finally glimpse the tower that stands majestically, serving those who understand her beauty. Welcome to the Tor Stone.