This year started out with my having plans for the weekend that has just gone already in place. My husband had booked the time off work, we had organised with friends that we would all go and spend the weekend together and all would be wonderful.
But then things happened, as things often do, and we had to think again, as it was no longer going to be possible for us to attend the event that we had planned to.
So more plans were made, with the same friends, that we would organise our own event, where lots of good people could get together and enjoy lots of good times. Sounds great? Unfortunately, things happened, as things often will, and we once again found ourselves reconsidering what the weekend could now hold for us. Unfortunately some friends were still going the the other 2 events, so there was a split, but no matter, we would find something else.
Consequently, we booked a weekend at a very small campsite in the heart of the countryside with some very close friends. We were in a caravan, recently acquired from some of these very close friends, and we are indebted to them and cannot truly express our gratitude at their enormous generosity! They were in a hired Romany caravan and another very good friend hired a tipi for herself and her 2 boys.
I don’t think we ever made a better decision, it was an amazing weekend! We had a bbq followed by an evening around the firepit, with umbrellas which did a remarkable job of shielding us from the rain, while we enjoyed good company, good conversation, good wine and all in beautiful surroundings.
We visited a Japanese meditation garden which was amazingly beautiful and spiritually enriching, we spent an evening with some more wonderful friends who lived close by and even had a bonfire, also wine and cake and talked into the night.
We also visited a grand country house with a staggeringly good sculpture exhibition in the grounds, amazing!
I don’t see how the weekend could have been any better, I even think the rain added to the experience!
So next tie your plans go awry, don’t be downhearted, it’s probably just making way for something better!
What a scorcher – in every sense of the word! It was a gloriously sunny day and the mood was high. After a jolly ride on the tram in all our best finery, we met up in the Market Square with lots of hugs and smiles. I love seeing all the different costumes and colourful banners, headdresses and top hats! Many friends were there representing their various regions and waving their banners. Esme did her thing of whipping the crowd into a frenzy and before we knew it, it was time to wend our way through the streets of Nottingham stopping traffic on our way to the Arboretum shouting “We are Pagan, we are Proud” and “We all come from the Goddess and to her we shall return” We only got heckled by a Christian once!
Soon the 500 strong crowd arrived at the Arboretum Arch ready to make a…
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Paganism is all about relationship, and is central to my Druid path. Everything is interconnected – we simply could not exist were it not for the countless forms of other life on this planet. All life, in scientific circles, came from single-celled organisms that evolved into life as we know it; we all, everything on this planet, have a common ancestor.
Yet we are constantly bombarded by the dualistic thinking that has so plagued our species for many, many years. We often feel separated from nature, from the world, from other human beings, from our ancestors. It is often reinforced through marketing, various theologies and psychology, in most cases to ensure that there is repeat business, power and normalisation.
How many of us have come across the “food chain” concept when we were at school? Humans at the top, able to consume and control all beneath us. Whoever came up…
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Saturday morning saw some mixed weather conditions and the forecast was for rain in the afternoon, so as I was teaching a candle magic workshop in the morning, my spell was for dry weather for the ritual! (I had actually already done my weather witching for the event, but thought a little extra would do no harm!)
We met at Julian’s Bower, a stunning local site comprising an ancient turf maze, more accurately a labyrinth as it has only one path in and out, and breathtaking views across the confluence of 3 rivers, the Ouse, Trent and Humber. We then walked a little way along the path to a small grove of trees, where we would do our ritual.
We were a smaller group for this ritual than we had been for quite some time, probably due to the large number of people on holiday, and some were ritual virgins!
The circle was set up as usual and Libby, who had written and was leading this ritual, gave out parts, just enough for the number of people there, although she didn’t know how many there would be beforehand! It was a very moving ritual, performed with great feeling and the energy was powerful and magical. To say come people had not done ritual with us before, and almost half had never had speaking parts before, the group dynamics were amazing. Such a wonderful and energising experience and I would like to thank Libby for putting together a wonderful ritual, and thanks also to all who came along and made it such a memorable ritual.
And in case you are wondering, the weather did remain dry throughout the who ritual, the goddess even delivered us lots of nice sunshine, creating dappled shade amongst the trees, so thanks to the goddess for that.
The traditional post-ritual picnic however… we all set up, sat on the grass with lots of yummy treats in store, blankets on the ground etc and minutes later, as if from nowhere, the sky darkened and the heaviest rain imaginable crashed down on us! The cars were literally 2 minutes walk from the picnic site, but by the time we got there we were thoroughly soaked. There was lots of laughter though and some very soggy hugs and we all got in our cars and left … truly a blessing by the element of water for the newbies and oldies alike!
Well here we are, in August already. I don’t know if its true what they say, that time speeds up as you get older, or is it the old adage time flies when you”re having fun? Whatever it is, this year seems to be just flying by!
That is what I love about the pagan festivals, its makes you just stop for a short time, and notice what is happening around you, how nature changes during the year. The Brimstone Yellow butterflies have given way to the cabbage whites, the wasps, of which I have seen very few so far, are making their presence known now that the fruit is beginning to ripen. There is that slight pause, that expectant feeling as we watch the produce in the garden slowly swelling and softening, ready for the many delicious dishes yet to be enjoyed.
The long school holidays are stretching out for another month yet, the summer activities well underway. Reading and crafting in the garden is doing its job in relaxing the body and soothing the spirit.
Weekends are busy, busy, busy! Tomorrow sees me teaching a workshop on candle magic in the morning, then joining in with our groups Lughnasadh ritual in the afternoon and Sunday sees us heading down to Nottingham to Pagan Pride. The following 5 weekends are equally as full, but we must take advantage while the weather is with us, for too soon will the nights start to lengthen and the temperatures creep downwards to Winter.
For now though, there is still much summer to enjoy, and I intend to do just that, and to experience everything that this season has to offer!
Lughnasadh Blessings to all and may the Awen be ever flowing /|\