Dec 21st 2009
Yule, Yeniseara, Spirits, Gort and Tinne.
I decorated a space in the woods this evening, and lit the log fire ready for the party later.
Picked lots and lots of long strands of gort (ivy) and a few bunches of mistletoe but not too many as mistletoe night is still two days away yet.I have to say, it looks beautiful here in the snow.
Already the longest night of the year - it comes round so quickly!
There are some lovely bushes of Tinne (holly) with bright scarlet berries just here, that's one of the reasons that I chose it. One of the High elves from Kings Wood Forest even found me some snowdrops - by magic i suppose.
Later, when friends are here, I'll draw the circle in the air with my slate athame and call for the blessing of the four winds. The huge fire will represent the sun. As I stood thinking of the solstice, spirits stood with me.
The Seer, the great Guardian of the Gate told me -
"Remember - at midnight - the moment between the worlds -
Turn to the east and welcome the sun."
Did he appear, or did he visit my dreams? It's always difficult to be sure. Well, whichever he chose I am glad he kept me company for a while. The circle won't be broken until sun-rise.
Dec 19th 2009
you for the years.
Tenna' lye omenta voronweramin. A'maelamin
December 8th 2009
The Forgotten Chapel beside the woods .....
If you should happen to walk along the path which runs to the east from my clearing in the wood , you will come to a little lane. Cross the lane as I did yesterday, and you will see a wonder - it's a forgotten chapel, built by villagers many centuries ago. Villagers were more in touch with magics and woodlanders way back then, and you can still feel that in the stones.
It's the very chapel where the squirrels tobogganed in last year's snow, whooping and laughing down the massive cat-slide roof.
Normally, the old walls stand empty, but I noticed a light high up in the laticed window, and flew up to peek inside. I was taken aback when I looked down through a tiny broken pane and saw the truss beams of the roof glowing in candle light. There was a fir tree, how high I just don't know, lit by magic and twinkling like frost.
As I waited and watched, spying on them I was, I peered down. Now surely this is a magic here in the red - isn't that Sinter Nikolaus?
Storm has a Lithuanian name for him - Kaledu Senelis. What was he doing here in the forgotten chapel? Could it be a celebration for Yule - it's early, but then he is very busy I know.
And then - music came ringing up to the roof itself. I settled on the windowsill and heard - "Pie Jesu, - qui tollis piccata mundi - donna eis requiem".
Every stone in the neglected walls took in the notes like a tree-song and warmed to the candle light.
Sometimes the villagers can be in touch with the hidden worlds it seems.. It's rare, but it does happen - I've seen it. Well possibly! Hmm, this faery must be getting sentimental - will have to watch that. Pffffttt!!
Diola 'lle hodoea.
(The Ogham wood for magic changes today to Ruis (Elder) Nov 25th - Dec 22nd)
November 25th 2009
Fairy Travels to
standing stones in Donegal, Ireland .......
Fortunate fairy I am! Just recently.I have been travelling! This is a rare thing for fairies and I made the most of my opportunity.
Ireland, well Donegal to be accurate - what a magical place that is. Storm - my lovely dragon, if you see these flashes, taken with your Drax machine of course, I hope you will feel the magick. How I would love to have flown with you high over the moors and down to the wintery sea.
The place I really wanted to visit was Glencolmcille because there is a lot of thinking to be done amongst the standing stones and the portal tombs which are easy to find there.
Look at the one on the right and above. It is called Cloch an Aonaigh or the Stone of the Gathering. See the hole for scrying? Local legend says that if two who love each other twine fingers through the hole, their love will be blessed. I had to flutter up quite high to scry there, and it was windy enough to buffet me to pieces!
The monoliths were cut from local Donegal stone before the Egyptians had begun building their pyramids. Can you really imagine that?
Glencolmcille's stone sentinels have withstood the rain, the howling wind and the sun for over three thousand years. I wonder how many ancient ceremonies have been held here. Did the magics from centuries ago bring their mistletoe and wait for the sunrise at the solstices?
Stormy skies at the stone cottage Croaghacullion, and the beach landscape of Glencolmcille.
November 9th 2009
The Hazel copse in Hurst Wood. Loved by the dormice.
Looking for my dormice
Walking down the north path towards the downs, the wood changes after a while from dense tall pine trees to hazel, interspersed with sweet chestnut, oak and ash. Except for the sweet chestnut, these are all magic Ogham trees.It's unusually warm for this time of year and I wanted to make sure that my hedgerow folk in this part of the wood were safe and well..
It's Dormir and Souris, my friends the dormice that I am realy worried about. I haven't seen them scampering in the branches for quite a while, and they didn't come to say that they were off to hibernate for the long winter months as they usually do.
I looked in their hazel grove and called them, but there was no answer.
Scrabbling in the soggy autumn, leaves under their five trees, I did find some nuts which could have been nibbled by them a little while back. Dormice like to eat the hazel nuts when they are green and still on the trees.
They make a smooth round hole and nibble out the sweet nut. Then they drop the shells and sometimes they look just like a tiny dutch clog laying on the ground. If you have a woodland near you, with brambles, sweet chestnuts and hazel, perhaps they have moved there.
Tonight, I'll come back here and burn a little bowl of rosemary, hazel wood and lemon balm for them. I may learn where they have gone.
November 1st 2009 (The Ogham wood Straif (Blackthorn - Sloe) for the dark side of the year begins its work today, alongside Ngetal (Reed or Straw ) Oct 28th - Nov 24th)
Talking of Samhain and the Seer - the Guardian of the Gate
'As I turned, the Seer was there with me. So it seemed to me at least.'
Yesterday, the hours and minutes of light were exactly the same length as the hours of darkness. Magics have used this time for centuries and we call it
"All Hallow's Eve" - or some may say "Samhain."
It is a betwixt and between time, a moment poised between the light side and dark side of the year, when the invisible coverings between worlds of life and spirit are thin.
And so, as darkness fell, and as we magics like to do, I lit a candle and put it beside an apple in my clearing in the woods. It burned there for hours guiding faded or missing friends and ancestors to a place where they knew they would be welcome. I thought about them in the moonlight, one by one, and they smiled and stayed for a while.
I thought about the Seer too. I wished him well for the dark-side months and I am certain he was there for a minute or three. Vanya sulie melonamin.
Today is the first of the dark side of the year, and there are lots and lots of things to be done. Perhaps when it gets too cold for picking and boiling and making for Eco-enchantments this year, I'll get time to study again for those Stella-fae levels. Last night would have been a good time to make that resolution, but I'm afraid I forgot all about it!
October 25th 2009
Woodland mushrooms for the magic set:
All through my wood there are mushrooms. So many this year, a harvest to be treasured.
Mind you - they're not all for eating - especially if you're a villager and happen to be looking at my pictures! It's fine for us magics - they agree with us - well nearly all of them - but for you - PLEASE, NEVER eat wild fungi unless you are SURE they are edible!
Here I am, last night, getting ready to cook a nice basket full. I remember Storm making me a huge plateful - you can read about it in the book. This is what we wrote then:
"Dusk was falling fast and the air was colder than ever. All around was grey and strange away from the firelight but when she got back from the stream, Muddypond Green found Storm frying sizzling mushrooms for supper. Her mallow roots were topped up and bubbling away in the heat. It had been a long day. She sniffed the air with pleasure, her irritation with him draining away like the light."
It would be lovely to have him here now, toasting his toes by the log fire, and blowing coloured smoke rings. That is a flash of me, getting ready to cook, with the basket on the grass. Underneath are some flashes I took today of some of my harvest.
All these are growing close to my clearing.
Please remember - these are ONLY FOR US MAGICS - they could be POISONOUS to a VILLAGER!
October 12th 2009
Lazy little quarry gnome! ..........
Just before the light faded this evening, I thought I would fly down through the pines and into the quarry, to make sure that the pond was all in order and ready for the winter months. And what did I find?
That lazy little Quarry Gnome, Gnark, has let it get completely overgrown - just look at the state of it!
And he calls himself a magic! It's his job in the autumn to pull out a lot of the tall bullrushes - and has he done it ? NO!
I know that the birds need shelter and cover for their reed homes, but this is ridiculous - in the spring there'll be no room for the chicks to take a first swim. The pond skaters will need climbing boots! The dragonflies and damsels will tear their wings on the tangle of stems.
He spends all his time as far as I remember drumming away on those bongos of his! I spent a little time looking for him, but it was getting dark.
Well, woe betide him when I get hold of him that's all I can say! I don't have a proper flash of Gnark - but I did have something to show you that reminds me of him! Serves him right!
October 3rd 2009 (The Ogham wood for magic has now changed to Gort (Ivy) Sep 30th - Oct 27th)
Villagers and a Folklore meet
What a surprise! I didn't know that any of the villager tribes had musical celebrations - well, not out in the streeets anyway! Playing strange instruments - singing - dancing - almost like a faery meet.
Old Elyn Elflin told me it happens every year and is called a "Folk Festival". Funny looking folk aren't they?
I had to go on an expedition to find winter supplies of bees wax. The journey took me near a villagers' place, that they have named Tenterden and this is what I found!
I didn't know whether to laugh or be frightened, so I kept well out of sight behind the hedges along the road.
I took a Flash with Storm's Drax - it was lucky I had it with me. Later tonight I will try to send a copy to Granny M - even ancient dragons will be amazed to see these creatures I think!
September 28th 2009
The Magical, Musical, Forest Rain Horn ......
Today, the High Elves invited me to their Kings Wood forest . I haven't been there since that amazing night when we went to search for the nine white stones and they gave us the quessio blankets.
The thing I wanted to see most was the copper Rain horn that Storm had so loved when he found it. Apparently the Seer told him that it was "music for the soul" and now I can believe it.
Most of the leaves have fallen from the beeches around about, and it's looking very autumny now. I really do love Autumn. This is what was written about Storm's visit in the book:
"Making notes about the state of the trees, he discovered a great silver horn, tarnished brown now, tall on its pole amongst the branches deep in the forest. He sat in silence underneath it, leaning his back against the pole and closed his eyes to listen as the huge trumpet collected drops of rain falling from the beeches above. The drops cascaded onto a metal floor under the leaves and down into a chalky chamber. The underground walls had been built up to make the sounds louder, and they echoed and plinked like bells. Music to his dragon ears for dragons love their music, a symphony from the rain."
It wasn't raining, but a kind of mist hung in the air, so I was lucky and could hear a little of the "symphony" for myself.