I am the stones, the earth and the bones… I wasn’t sure what to expect upon arrival, but I was soon overwhelmed by the feeling of familiarity. I felt like I had come home. The natural debris of fallen leaves and pine needles upon the ground beneath the towering eucalypts and pines tried to hide… Continue reading Druids Down Under National Gathering – Eisteddfod
Most people who follow a Northern Hemispheric based bath see Winter as the ‘death season’, of the Crone, where deciduous trees become bare and snow covers the earth. In Australia, Summer is our ‘death season’ and Summer in the Riverina is different to Summer in Sydney. It’s not as humid, but it’s just as hot… Continue reading Finding the light switch
I am 33 years old and regardless to never having children/can’t have children/don’t want children, I see myself as a Mother. This really hit home when Augie got bit by that bloody snake she chose to play with, and I cried hysterically with her in my lap (in a carrier) while my husband tried very… Continue reading In between Maiden and Mother
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
