Archive | January 2014

Change in the Title Header

Yes, I changed the name on the header. Hedgewitch just wasn’t quite fitting anymore and I have to admit I’m a little proud of being consecrated an Arch Druidess and by adding it to the title, I’ll hopefully live up to the title since part of me still can’t believe I am one. Thirty years of being a practicing pagan and I still feel like I learning so much every day.

It’s funny how the little kid inside is the one who does the magic best but is also the one who doesn’t believe it when you get a title of any sort. As far as she is concerned, she is still playing in the mud and hopping puddles and wishing on dandelions. She still looks up trees to see if anyone is home and marvels at all the colours in the leaves. She sees the Green Man in the bush and the tail of Brighid’s robe as she disappears ahead of her around a corner. She still watches bubbles float and the colours swirl across their surfaces. She still puts her face to the wind and looks for shapes in clouds and in pieces of fallen bark. She still dreams even at almost 60 years old and she laughs at the title.


Today’s reading


Breath of Life

Ace of Arrows

The Uffington chalk hill figure breathing the vitality of life -a renewal of vitality combinedwith knowledge of where you wish to be and how to get there.

Tender and gentle love that revives one with the ‘kiss’ of life.

Renewal of inspiration, a reconnection to life, truth and wisdom, spoken from the horse’s mouth.

Thank you Mr Seeger

When I was in 10th grade my best friend was learning flamenco guitar from her dad and wanted to know if I wanted her old guitar because she was graduating to a better one. I had always wanted to play the guitar and of course, said a resounding yes. My next one would be purchased with Blue Chip Stamps when I outgrew the first one. (google Blue Chip Stamps and Green stamps if you don’t know what they are.)

I had been steeped in folk songs of all kinds all my life. Grandma and Mom bought us and taught us Scottish folk song records on 78 and 33 1/3 and one of my first memories was learning, “Speed Bonny Boat” with my Grandma. We had Danny Kay and Burl Ives folk song records. We learned them around the campfire at Carlsbad, the adult choir’s family retreat every year and it was 1963 and folk music was the popular music I snuck under the covers to listen on my transistor radio at night when I was supposed to be sleeping so I could hear the Kingston Trio, The Weavers, Peter, Paul and Mary, The Byrds, The Seekers, The Chad Mitchell Trio, Joan Baez and Judy Collins and so many others.

Having a guitar was my dream. I wanted to play so bad and then I had one. Dr H, my best friend’s dad taught me a few chords and I was on my own. (Learning from him took great bravery on my part since I was terrified of him and he hated me. I never really knew why but my mom said it was because I learned easily and didn’t study as much as his daughter had to and he didn’t think that was fair. I guess Mrs H had said something about it to mom. All I knew was that when he disapproved of me he would clear his throat in a way that if I hear it even now from a man can scare the crap out of me because it used to be followed by a really nasty remark.)

When I got the guitar the first thing I did was beg my dad to take me to Dick Charles Music Store. It was the only music store in Glendale that carried sheet music. I came home with a few books but I still remember and have somewhere my copy of “Lemon Tree” by the Kingston Trio and it was the first thing I learned on my own. That led to my collecting songs and somewhere along the line they evolved into many, many volumes of songs from all over the world.

I don’t play much anymore, encroaching deafness makes it hard to tune my love of many years, a bright red Gibson J45. It was a friend of my Dad’s who was a professional backup guitar player and sold his a lot of his guitars when he decided to retire. I got it for my tax refund of $200 and it was worth way more than that. I love it. It sings.

So thank you, Mr Seeger for being a big stone in my pathway and for helping create a legacy of collectors and singers and songwriters. Thank you for helping me to be a bard and a Pied Piper to many campers at camp.