Prayers to the Gods of Olympus. Blessed Leto, bright daughter of Phoebe. And Coeus the wise, beloved of Zeus,. Bearer of children mighty and fair,. Shining Apollo and bold-hearted Artemis. O best of mothers, O friend of mothers,. Yours was a travail unlike any other,. A journey beset by sorrow and strife. Until, at long last, you found shelter. At Delos, that welcoming isle. O mother of gods, O goddess of mothers,. Beautiful you are, great-hearted and kind. I honor you always, O glorious one.

I have a little fidget cube, a gift from my elder daughter. But yesterday I realized that this is something I do anyway. So last night, we were watching the Sanders-Kasich deb.

A blessing to the ground beneath my bare feet,. A blessing to the seeds that scatter,. Where they fall upon the meadow, in the field, or in the woods. I ask the Soil to nourish the seeds,. I ask the Sun to warm the shoots,. I ask the Rains to quench the roots. I give thanks to the bees that dance with the flowers,. I give thanks to the worms digging deep and true.

Strip Me Back to the Bone. Website of author Jolene Dawe. Lament of the Last Goddess. The Poseidon Liturgical Year Project. Strip Me Back to the Bone blog. Your path is your own.

Such sources do not define my practice but they do provide a base on which to build it. During the Dark Ages, some of the significant knowledge of earlier eras was lost.

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The works and thoughts of a lifelong Ceremonial Magician influenced by Paganism, Thelema, Chaos Magick, Qabalah and generally all things occult. Thus ye have star and star, system and system. Tuesday, January 10, 2017. I have a new post. Thursday, December 29, 2016. Written by my friend and colleague at Gods and Radicals.

Wandering a path between river, road, and rowan. Until We Have Forgotten Them. In The Path that Wanders. It was late October, and I had made the hour-long trip up to Mt. Airy, MD, to join some friends of mine for a journey group, led by Monika HealingCoyote. I walk along the path until the orchard opens up into a clearing. Only a few years away there i.