Saturday 29 October 2011

Samhain

So the festival of Samhain approaches and the shops are full of Hallowe’en masks, ghoulish get-up and all the accessories for kids to go around doing ‘trick or treat’ calls. I must admit I have mixed feelings about it all. Of course it’s good that this festival is celebrated. I live in a cottage down a dark lane where kids are unlikely to come calling. But if they did I would be pleased to see them. But I can’t help thinking that the whole occasion has become trivialized and that by going along with it we are in danger of missing the point.

It is the coming of winter, a dark time. Trees are losing their leaves and the spirits of the living world seem to become thinner and closer to the spirits of the dead.

So I don’t see it as a time for fun and games. My own marking of the festival will be more serious and solemn and will take place at midnight to acknowledge the coming darkness. But earlier in the evening I will have some pumpkin soup and put a candle in the window to mark the season and show any passing children, ghouls or other spirits of the night that they are in my thoughts.

Sunday 23 October 2011

A Charm for the Night

I love the night. The Darkness. Getting away from all light except the Moon and the Stars. If you are lucky enough to live somewhere where this is possible. But in cities the light is everywhere and even many villages are now brightly lit.

So here’s a charm for Darkness:

Mother of Darkness
Fecund womb of the Night
Embrace us under the glare
Of blinding light,
Keep us in the shadows of your care,
Cast a veil over us
Like Leafshade
When the Sun shines on a forest
But the summer glades are cool
And shadowed with your mantle
Where we can live as if invisible
And dwell in your dreams.

Recite this for your night-time reflections in quiet glades. Or behind drawn curtains when you retreat from the light with just a candle to flicker in the dark making shadows as gateways you can journey through.

Sunday 16 October 2011

Change of Life

It’s a long time since I last posted. Since then my life has taken a new direction. Looking back at my last posts I can see the clues that I didn’t see then. Now I can see that the things that were happening to me then were the beginning of a change in my life. I’m also now adrift from close relationships that have comforted me for the last few years, adding to a feeling of upheaval.

That’s just background to some of the deep experiences that have made me think about who and what I am. I’ve always vaguely identified myself as a pagan but I’ve never felt the need to involve myself in pagan activities and I’ve kept away from formal rituals or magical practices. But things have happened to me that mean I have to change. Listening to the spirits and the elementals in the wild wood has always been my life. Doing something with what they say to me is the challenge now. Somebody told me the things I do alone qualify me as a ‘hedge witch’ and I thought about calling myself one, though I think ‘wood witch’ says it better.

I’m now ready to identify myself more publicly. I hope this blog will help me share some of my private practices and make contact with others on the same path. I know I’ve got to me more outward looking and less introspective. I have some skills as a botanist and want to extend them I into herbalism and share my skills.

So this blog will change as I become stronger in my identity as a witch, or, perhaps when I’m a bit older, a wise woman. I wonder if I will be able to make contact with others on the same path? Link up with other lone practitioners for co-operative work .

For a while last summer some might have thought that I was going mad. My ordinary life went on and wasn’t affected. But my inner life was so intense that it frightened me. Now I’m through that and I have to build on it.