Long he lay slain on a Winter’s day
He had felt the pain of the bloody blade
Then long he lay in the frozen glade. 86 more words
Hi, my name is Cara, and I’m Eclectic. I also love referring to myself as “a dirt-worshipping, tree-hugger”.
One of the downsides to being solitary and considering yourself eclectic in your path is that you tend to make up your own traditions – that is, you make things up as you go along. 788 more words
To us in the Southern Hemisphere I wish you a blessed Ostara as we move into Spring.
This festival is named after the Anglo-Saxon Goddess Eostre, also known in Old German as Ostara. 828 more words