long man of wilmington

The Wheel Turns to Samhain Once More

Rainbow from the Long Man - Billie Wilson We had our Samhain open ritual at the Long Man of Wilmington this past Sunday. According to the calendar date we were a little early, but as I spoke about in this recent blog post I don't

For the Love of Magic

I've always had a private love affair. We fell in love when I was at secondary school. I hunted her out in the library where she used to hang out. It was pretty exciting. To that very young Damh the things she showed me placed my feet

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

Thinking About – Pilgrimage

Last weekend was the Winter Gathering of the Order of Bards Ovates and Druids. The Order holds two gatherings each year, one in June, the other December, both in the Somerset town of Glastonbury. 200 members from all across the world gather together for community, music, ritual

Thinking About – Samhain

"It's the most wonderful time of the year..." The voice sings during the Christmas TV advert I will doubtless see this coming week, but I know for many of my friends this is actually their favourite time. It's not mine, but I totally get why it is

Spring. It’s here. Honest Guv.

Spring. It's here. Honest. The Equinox is just a few minutes away. I've always thought of the Solstices and Equinoxes as the beginning of the seasons, with the Fire Festivals being the height. So to me Spring begins today, and Beltane, with it's verdant greens and fertility

In Sync with the Wheel

I stood in circle on the flat hill just below the Long Man of Wilmington yesterday with about 60 other people to celebrate the first harvest of Lughnasadh. The Weald stretched out below and the land was a tapestry of green and gold, whilst a combine harvester

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

The Old Bearded Man – Spoken Word

Yesterday I was asked by my pals at the Folkcast podcast to create an audio spoken word piece for one of their forthcoming seasonal shows. The piece they asked for was one of my recent posts - The Old Bearded Man - based on the myth of

The Old Bearded Man

The Old Bearded Man stands crooked in the fields. Born at the time of the Winter Solstice he has felt love, and has been loved. Now his beloved stands before him, the razor-edge of her sickle catching the light of the Summer Sun. They stand like this

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