On Samhain the Veils part, spirits walk and the ancestors sing, As we honor the Lord of Fire and the Lady of Ice.
November 1, Samhain—the Festival of the Dead. The year is waning, venturing towards the winter solstice, the darkest night of the year. Leaves lay crisp on the ground, their burnished reds and bronzes a reminder of the fallow fields of
We are the ghosts of the future.
The mists are calling you…Will you answer the summons?
During autumn, the world spins into a cacophony of color. The trees shed their skins in the how of the winds As we spin circles around the bonfire.
Blessed Mabon–May the second harvest bring you abundance and joy!
The first rainstorms of the season, the scent of wood smoke fills the night air, a sudden gust as a brisk wind hurls leaves off the trees in a maelstrom of color, the last rush to harvest the garden before
The waning half of the year leads us into the concept of sacrifice. During this time we begin our spiritual descent into the Underworld. Lughnasadh marks the first of the three harvests: the Grain Harvest of Lughnasadh, the Harvest of
Blessed Litha! Most joyous Litha May the Oak King reign supreme through this day As the Wheel turns to the Waning Year ~Yasmine and Her Team
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