THE YEAR IS A DANCING WOMAN

THE GODDESS YEAR

The year is a dancing woman

Who is born at the coming of spring

The year is a dancing woman

Of her birth and death we sing

In spring she come to power

When the red of her moonbloods come

And she dances and spins towards summer

To the beat of her passion's drum

'Tis then she becomes so fertile

With the life that is to come

And she flows with the love that feeds us

'Til the harvest time is done

Then dances and spins towards darkness

All dressed in autumn fire

To descend to the time of shadow

And rest from the world's desire

Now her hair is touched with silver

Winter's wisdom claims her soul

And she births the spirit within us

Bringing light and hope to us all

Igniting a blaze in the darkness

To kindle the coming spring

Then dreams 'til her resurrection

And her story again begins ...

The year is a dancing woman

Who is born at the coming of spring

The year is a dancing woman

Of her birth and death we sing ...

* Art & Lyrics by Shekhinah Mountainwater

WE ARE PREDITOR, NOT PREY!

It's a catchy title and just one small line, from this interview, that holds profound meaning for some. This interview is full of amazing snipets of knowledge. Go make a cup of tea and listen, if you feel compelled. Blessings!

Radio interview with Dr. Ada-Belinda DancingLion, healer, medicine woman and spiritual counselor.

Deep lessons revealed in a 30 minute interview that some will never learn in 30 years.

I'm inspired, hope you are too!

ANCIENT CALLING

Feeling the need for a little magick in my life ......

A WITCH'S FIVE GRASS OIL

Protection, Change bad luck to good, Clear your way.

VAN VAN OIL

16 parts lemongrass

8 parts citronella

1 part vetiver

1 part palmarosa

1 part ginger grass

mix well and store in a dark glass bottle.

for a 1/2 oz bottle of van van oil add

1 dropper full of above recipe

a pinch of lemongrass

a pinch of pyrite

fill with an unscented carrier oil of your choice

Patricia Monaghan - Seasons of the Witch

" I stand on the shoulders of the sisters before me. "

Warning

She won't make wigs

of it. She has more brutal plans.

Some she feeds to pigs.

Some she burns in distant lands

you never want to visit.

Is it

strange that nude

before a flat stone altar

she fashions crude

and obsene figures from your hair ?

Beware

women who don't falter

when they pick up scissors or a knife,

who know the names of poison plants,

the purpose of each star,

the absolute anatomy of life.

Such women are, however,

individual and rare.

A single warning:

never let one cut your hair.

page 1, Seasons of the Witch 1992, by Patricia Monaghan, Delphi Press

Wikipedia Patricia Monaghan

Patricia Monaghan's Bio

I have a copy of Seasons of the Witch. Can't tell you how long I've had it and it most likely joined my collection via some thriftstore purchase. Books have a way of falling off shelves and into my path just when I need them. The poetry and artwork inspire me still to this day (and I'm not a real fan of poetry).

SYBIL LEEK

" I stand on the shoulders of the sisters before me."

Continuing in this series of sisters before me whose teachings have influenced my journey ....

I have chosen to interject NONE of my opinions (which I'm finding very hard to do) so that these tidbits drop in your lap as they did mine. 

 

Do what you will. Good Journey !

Wikipedia Biography of Sybil Leek