Litha is the season of expansion, when the crops burgeon forth. We forget winter’s cares and spend our days basking under the brilliant light. The Summer Solstice brings us the longest day of the year–the zenith of the Sun King,
The Nature of Litha

Litha is the season of expansion, when the crops burgeon forth. We forget winter’s cares and spend our days basking under the brilliant light. The Summer Solstice brings us the longest day of the year–the zenith of the Sun King,
Daisy chains and lilacs, champagne with strawberries and sweet woodruff, sun filtering into a field of young fern and bracken, a doe and her fawns peering out of the woods, a hint of chaos in the air…it is April 30,
The Spring Equinox, Ostara, is the time when life renews itself. Ostara is the celebration of the Spring (Vernal) Equinox when day and night balance. Astronomically speaking the sun crosses the celestial equator at this time. Held in late
Blessed Imbolc. May the blessings of Brighid be on you and your household.
Every year at this time, I post a blog that I call Welcome to the Witching Season. This year is no different. This is my favorite time of year. This is the season of the witch, the season of gargoyles
Mabon is coming up. From my Crystal Cauldron section of the site (see dropdown menu on the menu bar): Mabon is the celebration of the Autumnal Equinox, when day and night are once again in balance. Once more the sun
This week Pagans “turn the wheel” by celebrating Litha—the Summer Solstice. In the southern hemisphere, they celebrate Yule—Winter Solstice. Summer Solstice takes place on June 20th, at 9:24 PDT this year. Litha is the season of expansion, when the crops
It’s snowing here. I don’t mind. It won’t stick, most likely, but for the first time in several years we’re actually getting a real winter. I think it’s good for the plants. Our Solstice was low-key but nice. We exchanged
Back in 2001, after the Towers fell, I had a hard time come Yule and the Solstice. I still felt almost guilty for wanting to celebrate, and wondering if we should. And then, one night, I sat down and wrote
Pumpkins, crisp leaves tinged with rust and bronze, a lace-work of frost kissing red-cheeked apples, ghostly mist rises in the shadowed night…Monday night is October 31st, the eve of Samhain, Festival of the Dead and we prepare to honor and