Archive | July 20, 2015

Flameshift

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I light your flame for peace

I light your flame

I light your flame for healing

I light your flame

Brighid of three faces

I light your flame

Brighid of the forge

I light your flame

I light your flame for strength

I light your flame

I light your flame for knowledge

I light your flame

Brighid of the flame of nine tongues

I light your flame

Brighid, goddess of poets

I light your flame

I light your flame for growth

I light your flame

I light your flame in memory

I light your flame

Brighid, Goddess of midwives

I light your flame

Brighid, guardian of the passage into life

I light your flame

I light your flame for calmness

I light your flame

I light your flame for patience

I light your flame

Brighid, guide of lambs

I light your flame

Brighid, Goddess of Sunrise

I light your flame

I light your flame.

Kat Robb

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Tamsin grows up Part 9

Tamsin watched the days pass quickly toward Beltane and she watched the dryads valiantly try to stop the fading. The witch moved around her garden every day watering and fertilizing her plants. She spoke to them encouragingly. She walked around in the moonlight casting spells for healing of a friend who was sick. She was everything a witch should be, she was loving and kind, she trusted in her magic, she loved nature so why couldn’t she see all of nature? What was causing her blindness?

The weeks and days passed all too quickly and Beltane was tomorrow. The dryads had told Tamsin that the witch loved to follow folk traditions and that the witch would be out at dawn to wash her face in May Day dew. Tamsin left her lovely little cottage under the foxglove and marched resolutely toward the witch’s door and sighed. She still had no idea what to do but she was going to try her hardest and hope.

“Well, Gus, I guess this is it.”

Gus buzzed and bumbled sleepily. He wouldn’t really be awake until the sun rose but he was here for Tamsin and this was really important.

Tamsin heard the door open and had an idea. She flew swiftly up the to witch’s face and hovered a moment and caught her breath. She flew in front of the witch’s nose and planted a kiss on it. The witch’s eyes flew wide open and her hand came up to touch her nose.

Tamsin grabbed the witch’s finger and held on for dear life and the witch tried to fling Tamsin off. The witch could feel her! This was really good.

Tamsin clung to the witch’s fast moving finger and started yelling .

“Stop, oh please, STOP!”

Today’s reading

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Home

Ten of Stones 

The inner and outer community that sustains and supports the individual, not necessarily blood family but the trusted friends, comrades and lovers who offer security and affection. 

…the community is in harmony. 

Coming home to oneself, an abundant home life, feeling spiritually and financially happy, loving one’s immediate environment.