Around the Cauldron · Guided Imagery · Pagans Down Under · The Forest Path

Creating an internal grove

Something I’ve been exploring over the last two months or so is working with and creating an internal grove. Many of us live in suburbia and for whatever reason cannot get out into nature. We may be in the heart of the city, we may have issues with anxiety, it may be pouring down with… Continue reading Creating an internal grove

Around the Cauldron · Pagans Down Under · The Forest Path · The Goddess Path

When the path you’ve chosen “doesn’t feel right”

With so many branches under the “Pagan Umbrella” it can be overwhelming, especially to someone brand new to this path, as to where to start their learning. Even those of us who have walked this path for a while, we are often lovers of learning and want to approach each to see what works and… Continue reading When the path you’ve chosen “doesn’t feel right”

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Lughnasadh, Australian Druidry, and the Samhain Gathering

Brightest blessings of Lughnasadh Lughnasadh, being the festival marking the beginning of the harvest, is somewhat hit and miss with the harvest times here in my part of Australia. Within New South Wales it’s stone fruit season – apricots, nectarines, along with grapes and pears. However, within my garden, the apricots fell from the tree… Continue reading Lughnasadh, Australian Druidry, and the Samhain Gathering

Around the Cauldron · Pagans Down Under · The Goddess Path · The Pagan Experience 2015

The Destructive Self (Happy Gregorian New Year)

I sit here typing as a way of forcibly telling myself that I will not submit to cravings, to my anxiety, to my old habits. I sit here forcibly trying to make myself accept change, as change is good and for the better. With the New Years Eve fireworks setting off tonight, we’re all bound… Continue reading The Destructive Self (Happy Gregorian New Year)

Pagans Down Under · The Pagan Experience 2015

‘The Cloud’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Cloud By Percy Bysshe Shelley I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast, As… Continue reading ‘The Cloud’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley