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Spoons and Broomsticks

Labyrinth Completed

In my last blog, I explained that I was looking for a way to celebrate ritual and other occasions in my garden as I find it increasingly difficult to get out and about. With my […]

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Spoons and Broomsticks

Labyrinth

I hope  you enjoyed the spring equinox, the promise that spring is well on its way. We decorated our Ostara tree, and I was given a lovely gift – a small hare with a hanging […]

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The Hermit's Lamp

What is a friend?

Is it a person with whom you share interests? Someone that you can have a laugh with? People who make you feel safe and included? Sure, I think friends are all those things but there’s […]

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The Hermit's Lamp

Philosophy of Frith

First of all, I would like to thank the Pagan Federation for the invitation to be part of this years Spring Equinox Online Festival. For those who do not know me yet: my name is […]

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The Hermit's Lamp

Friendship

Growing up in a military environment you get good at making friends quickly. With new schools every few years, or in some cases every few months and other pupils coming and going with the same […]

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Thoughts from the Aether

Who is Gabija?

Gabija is the Lithuanian goddess of the hearth fire. Her name means to cover or protect and she is the protector of the home and family. She could take the form of a cat, stork […]

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Spoons and Broomsticks

Spring Equinox

Eggs, in many cultures and traditions, are a symbol of spring. I have always accepted this without giving much thought to the reasoning behind it. I assumed it was because eggs symbolise new life. Today […]

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Spoons and Broomsticks

Found words

Sometimes words just won’t come when you try to write. You can have paper in front of you, a pen in your hand, but the mind that creates the words plays tricks with you. ‘I […]

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Spoons and Broomsticks

So how about we write a poem?

Last week I looked at my list of favourite things that translated into my poem called Fear. I wrote down the things I could see, the things I could hear, touch, smell and taste. Work […]