Seasons

Samhain – The Ghosts walk among us once more

I remember when the ghosts seemed to be everywhere. Back in my childhood, before hand-held bright screens and cars, when the world was slower, riding my bike into town, past the old fire station next to the park. Old, dark, and empty. I used to pretend a

Wassail, Wassail, All over the Town

Here's to thee, old apple tree, May you bud, May you bow! Stand fast root, bear well top, Pray God send us a good howling crop. Every twig, apples big, Every bough, apples now. Hats full, caps full, full quarter sacks full, Holla boys holla, and blow

From the Solstice to Imbolc

I confess that I have always found January to be the hardest month of the year. Named after the God Janus there is a real sense of things not quite beginning yet, with the God's faces seeing both back to the old year, and forward into the

Thinking About – Lughnasadh

Lughnasadh (aka Lammas) is one of the 8 festivals that are held within the modern Pagan Wheel of the Year. It marks the first harvest - that being the wheat and barley within the fields that has grown from the green of the Summer Solstice, to the

I open to the Dark Half of the Year

There are some who see Samhain as the beginning of Winter, just as they see Lughnasadh as the beginning of Autumn, but that has never worked for me. To me the Solstices and Equinoxes mark the very beginning of the associated season, with the Fire Festivals the

Reflection tells us to live our lives, now.

Samhain has come and gone and the Season of Mists is well and truly upon us. Here in Sussex many of the tallest trees are already bare and the leaves of the others are fading from green to gold. If you're a regular reader of my blog