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Crystals and well-being

I have a collection of crystals, nothing too fancy and many people will have more. Most of them are a bit scratched and bedraggled where they have been handled well, carried in pockets or the […]

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Crystals and well-being

I first fell in love with pretty stones when I was a child. Mother had an allotment, a space rented from the local council to give city dwellers the chance to grow their own food. […]

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Spring is in the air

It’s amazing how much the sun can lighten your mood, fill you with energy. Add that to the time of year, spring, Equinox past and Beltane on its way,  the plans and goals we set […]

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Contemplation of death

‘Nanny, why did Grandad die?’My grandson, aged four, no longer cries to see his grandad. Eighteen months on, he accepts that Grandad is not in hospital, is not away somewhere, will not return to give […]

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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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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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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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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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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 […]