~Be Thou Far from Me Oh Thou Profane Thing!~ Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. Be gone thou foul thing, for needs must! A Curséd thing, on whom the spittle of many lies, now dead and dried; be gone! The Work is done! You are as nothing; nothing of nothing, you are no more. Never again to darken my … Continue reading Ashes to ashes; dust to dust….
In the sleepy land of Avalon, when the mists lie on the slumbering land, three witches meet in that liminal place, where the mundane and the magical marry so well. Under the dark of night, their minds on cursing, they gather to discuss one who, with her mad drunken rages, abusive bullying and crazy stalking, … Continue reading Shopping with Shh… you-know-who!
From Mothers Night. A prayer. A blessing. In gratitude. To and from the spirits; My Mothers To the first Mother. Who foraged the Sloe. Who showed me the way to go. To the Old Track Who guided the hand To the blackthorn You behind me You before me You who walk besides me … Continue reading On the Night of the Mothers.