While I was setting up for my ritual in my back garden I saw a flash of pink under the elder tree. To my delight it was the cyclamen I had planted in the spring, which is unseasonably flowering. 236 more words
Tags » Quercus Robur
To me, Lughnasadh is the funerary games Lugh inaugurated for his foster mother Tealte, who died clearing the plain of Mag Mell.
To honour Tealte, I make sure my working circle is clear of any debris before I do my ritual, whereas normally I don’t mind leaves and debris underfoot. 147 more words