This year was the first year where I “married” Beltane and Samhain. It’s the “curse of the Southern Hemisphere” as we have Samhain symbols out at Beltane, Yule decorations at Litha, and Ostara at Mabon. Given just how much the veils are open at the end of October, I decided to celebrate both together. I… Continue reading Samhain at Beltane
I feel like living in the city left me in a bubble of sorts. You get to read about what happens agriculturally, we get to think “Well, is it really Lughnasadh when x, y and z happens at these times” and you kinda go with tradition or what you’ve been told when you can’t see… Continue reading Learning to live again
I’ve been trying to really tune in and see how the land changes since moving to the Riverina. I was on a good roll until I visited Victoria for a week. Within that one week, so much changed! Oak leaves once brown are now vibrant green, Memorial Park looked sad and is now full of… Continue reading The Beginnings of a Riverina Wheel
At Midwinter I wrote about beginning to take the journey of the Fool, leaving the comfort of the cave to begin it’s new journey. What I didn’t expect that this journey would be so incredibly daunting, so incredibly challenging, and ridiculously overwhelming. I’m still on the ledge admiring the new world around me. While we… Continue reading The Fool Ponders at Imbolc
Sometimes you need to do what is right for your mentality, even if it puts your body under physical stress. Feel free to disagree with me, but the back/knee/hip pain was absolutely worth the drive to Stanwell Park Beach to watch the sun rise on Midwinter’s Day. Six weeks ago I hurt my back and… Continue reading Journey of the Fool at Midwinter
I’m finally really seeing and appreciating the connection with ANZAC Day and Samhain. In Australia and New Zealand, ANZAC Day is the day we commemorate those who went to war, those who fought and died, those who may or may not have returned home. From an Australian perspective, it feels as though Samhain is no… Continue reading The Thinning Veil
I had a post ready to go about the darkness, and diving within, and about the waning year. At least, that’s what I intended it to be. Looking back on it, it sounds incredibly ranty; an explanation or justification for why I am the way I am (not hormonal at all…) and really childish at the… Continue reading Beginning the Descent
A question posted within my spiritual community recently asked how we came to our pagan pathway, and whether it changed our lives. Personally, the date I remember of saying, “enough is enough” with Catholicism was March 28, 1999. I was 14. I was listening to Silverchair’s “Neon Ballroom” album, sitting at my desk in my… Continue reading How I found my Pagan Path
