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Pagan Ways

Friday we drove over from neath valley south wales to Rose Theatre in Rougley Stoke.

To see Damh the Bard perform.

For those of you who don’t know who is is (shame on you😉) he’s a bardic singer song writer you can also find him on Druid cast .

So anyone that knows me would probably tell you I’m pretty much a chilled out person. I don’t take things for granted and I love my life, where we live I appreciate simple things walking on mountains and woodlands the old ways the wheel of the year.

Poetry magic and writing.

The last few months however have been hard and so a night out with like minded folk was just what I needed.

Dave sings tells stories of the mabinogion Welsh folklore of the old God’s of pagan ways of magic whenever he is playing at festivals or theatres if we can go we do.

Anyway last night a packed out theatre filled with Druids, witches pagans from every path I looked around at so many familiar faces dancing smiling and singing words to stories and songs that link us all together. Like a magical web of love.

All of us watching Dave an ordinary guy with an infectious laugh thanking us all for traveling to see him performing.

A story of him as a eight year old lad dreaming of performing on stage.

I’m sure everyone in the pagan community are glad that lad followed his dream his awen his muse.

These stories where meant to be passed on to be heard they teach they heal they remind us of who we are.

Now that is real honest magic.

Thank you all my friends ♥️

Hekate my strength.

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Mother Hekate,

Give me the strength I need.
Dark mother goddess of the underworld mountain wondering queen of witches.

Hekate frequenter of graveyards crossroads and liminal spaces keeper of the keys.

Psychopomp guide of souls take my loved ones hand.

Protect her with your hounds

Wrap your saffron cloak around her shelter her.

Goddess of the places betwixt and between places where I find comfort places I belong safe places.

Under the avenues of Yews I hear your voice in the breeze as I wonder amongst the solitude of the tombstones and the trees you are there beside me your saffron cloak billowing in the breeze.

Along narrow dirt paths of our beautiful mountain I see your beauty in trickling streams in budding shoots, rotting tree stumps decaying flesh picked by the crows and Ravens.

Reminders of the infinite circles of life and death.

I stand by your cross road next to the rushing terrifying power of the river I am reminded of a women’s strength.

Of the strength within me. Passion I bide my time and hold my words.

I am reminded that I am part of you and you of me.

I leave offerings of honey and eggs I light incense in your honour.

Thank you as always you are there when I need strength and wisdom.

I stand alone and watch the smoke trace its way above me above us towards the stars into the universe.

Essence of miracles home to the light divine, source of all.

I hold onto your mother as you lift high your torch unlock the mysteries that guide me through the shadows.

Back to myself the universe never ending unconditional love to you.

Mother you guide us home.

Bless me mother for I am your child.

The wheel turns.

The wheel turns. Autumn equinox.

Persephone returns to Hades in the underworld.

The trees are showing just a hint of autumn colours. This is my favorite time of year.

A quiet ritual for me this year. Sunday afternoon roam.up the valley a quiet spot where I can call to my goddess Hekate of land sea and sky.

A beautiful liminal place. It’s been a hard month and today I was reminded how beautiful life is even at times when things are hard.

The sun shone as we walked through beautiful fields still graced with.wild flowers.

I never tier of living here in Wales and there is always something new to take my breath away.

Today it was the irredesent turquoise blues of a huge dragonfly colours that would make any marmaid envious.

I don’t believe there are many problems that a walk on a mountain can’t bring clarity too.

So as the nights begins to draw in.

Remember.

Nature shows us that balance is a transition point. It’s a tool. It’s a pathway to something else. It’s not the goal. If balance serves you, then wonderful.

It’s a pathway to something else. It’s not the goal.

But if balance doesn’t serve you, whether because you’re immersed in something that’s really fulfilling or because you’re stuck in something that isn’t, you don’t need feel like you have to criticize yourself.

The signs are all around. We can allow the leaves to fall, the plates to fall, and the learnings to nest as we enter a new season of growth.

May it be a season for practicing presence and discovering what balance means to you

Blessed be. ♥️