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Posts archive for: April, 2009
  • Mr Penry's magical May Day gift...

    It's not often that I blog twice in one day nowadays, but today has turned out to be very special indeed for me.

    Today is also May Day Eve - better known by some as Walpurgis night, which leads into tomorrow- May Day or Beltane. This has been a great fire festival for centuries, if not thousands of years. It was one of the festivals that the Christian Church simply could not get rid of, no matter how it tried, and was eventually forced to absorb... but that's another story.

    Suffice to say that for me, a pagan, this is a very special time of the year indeed. It marks the first day of summer in the pagan calendar.

    Anyway.... Mr Penry has been busy in the garden this afternoon, ever since it stopped raining and throwing hailstones around the place. I've heard lots of hammering and chiselling, but that could mean just about anything. ;)

    About twenty minutes ago he called me out to see what he's been doing. Bless him, he'd made me an altar out of a large tree stump from a tree we'd had felled a while back. And he's carved a large pentagram into the top of it. It's absolutely beautiful... I'm so lucky.

    So first thing tomorrow (weather permitting of course) I'm going to be out in the garden, offering incense, wine, honey and oil on my new, very special, Mr Penry-designed altar.

  • The wild man of the woods

    Every so often I blog something I think could only happen in Wales. No so with this story - it could probably happen anywhere there happened to be a dense forest.

    But then would the police have taken any notice of a man living wild in the woods all winter, nicking the odd bottle of milk or shopping? After all, Dyfed Powys Police don't really have the problems of urban crime to contend with, although they do a bit of speed trapping here and there.

    So perhaps this story:
    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1175075/Police-launch-hunt-Wolfman-mini-crimewave-lives-rabbits-berries-woods.html

    has given them something different to do.

    Unless they are certain that this character is really an ex-SAS paramilitary wanted for heaven-knows-what, I think they ought to leave him alone.

    As for local vigilantes going after him... not to mention the police helicopter with its thermal imaging equipment...it doesn't bear thinking about really. :roll:

    Maybe he's a fan of the late Tony Hancock. Remember his radio episode 'The wild man of the woods?' All he wanted to do was get away from it all.... first he camped out in a bus shelter on Clapham Common, and then in a bit of forest rented from Sid James. Marvellous stuff!

  • No comments? On a blog?

    Ho-hum.... and I thought it was just me.

    "Your comment could not be sent cause of the following reason:

    SQLSTATE[23000]: Integrity constraint violation: 1048 Column 'comment_author_url' cannot be null "

    Look I don't like the idea that there's been an integrity contraint violation. It sounds awful, like a crime or something and I take it very personally.

    Well, just for the record, whatever/whoever caused it, it wasn't me.

    ;)

  • Swine fever... pandemic or pandemonium?

    Well, after years of telling us we were all going to be wiped out by avian flu, the 'experts' are now warning of a pandemic of swine fever.

    Not wishing to be flippant, but it lends a whole new meaning to the phrase 'I've got a pig of a cold' doesn't it?

  • Now that's magic!

    No, not the wand Mr Penry made for me. But the discovery that we have robins nesting in one of our outbuildings, namely the one I keep the washing machine in. It's been breathtaking to see the adult robins flying in through a missing pane of glass above the door (benign neglect again, you see ;)) carrying food to their young. This morning it was a particularly large and juicy caterpillar.

    We often get birds fly into the kitchen and although the dogs are interested, they never hurt them and I can usually catch them and get them to safety again.

    It makes me wonder exactly how Mr Robin sold the idea of an indoor nest to his Missus though....
    'Now listen, my dear, it'll be warm and snug and the little ones will thrive. I can build a lovely nest lined with dog fur (yes, I saw him doing it) and we'll all be happy together.'

    Today, when I went into the outhouse to put the washing machine on, I could hear the babies all chirruping away... it was truly magical.

    Oh, and there's some other news, too. The magazine Witchcraft and Wicca from the Children of Artemis has just published an article of mine. And given my book, Seeking the Green a very nice, positive review!

    Hurray!

  • Mr Penry's surprise....

    Eventually Mr Penry emerged from his den, a big smile on his face. As you can imagine, by this time I was dying to see what he'd been up to. There are so many bits and pieces in the garage that it could have been almost anything. The other day he made two sets of runes for me, and this time it was....

    a wand.

    A very beautiful wooden wand just over a foot long, with what looked like ribbons running the length of it, all carved in wood with a stanley knife. Absolutely beautiful.

    I am such a lucky girl. So I am now lovingly polishing my new wand with beeswax.

    Later, if I get carried away, I may even polish Mr Penry :)

  • Witchfest South

    The Children of Artemis are holding Witchfest South, a new event at Stanley Halls in Norwood London on the 16th May, and I shall be one of the speakers there. At the moment I am working on my talk - it's surprising how much work needs to go into them.

    So here I am, sitting at my desk, working out what to talk about, and how to talk about it. At Witchfest Wales last year I talked about psychic self defence. At November's Witchfest international I talked about Murderous Mandrakes and Witches' Flying Ointment. At the Pagan Federations Spring Conference last month I was supposed to be talking about magical journeying but had to miss it due to my eye problems. But for this present talk.... well, what to talk about?

    Since my eyesight has been giving me problems I've been working with a handheld tape recorder a lot, and this has been useful for working out my talks, since I really do have to talk first and not write. But there comes a point when I simply have to stop waffling and get on with things.

    What makes this particular talk interesting is that I think it might need a warning that says 'possibly not suitable for children...' Now that's something I've never done before....

    Mr Penry has disappeared out to his den again... what he can be doing in there I have no idea. But I'm sure I'll find out soon...

  • Mr Penry and his den....

    I think I must have mentioned Mr Penry's den before. It started off as a workbench in the corner of our garage. Now it has taken over the garage and the car has to stay out....

    I'm due to do some rune readings at Hay on Wye on Saturday (just £3 per reading!) and usually I take a set of stone runes made from haematite that one of my daughters bought for me a few years ago.

    Today, however, Mr Penry was very VERY interested in the runes. What did they look like, how many are there, etc. He even wandered off with one of my books to look at. And then he disappeared into his den.

    When he emerged, seven hours later, looking like he'd just come up off the night shift (blackened face, pale circles around his eyes etc.) he was clutching two LIDL carrier bags.

    Inside, bless him were TWO sets of runes he had made for me from laurel wood. (Admittedly these were about three times the size of your average rune, but so what?) He had carefully cut them, filed and sanded them, then used a soldering iron to burn in the runes.

    He is really is a great man. Bless him.

  • It's my glass of wine....

    What is it with people? I couldn't quite believe I was reading this....

    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1170783/Did-know-glass-wine-equals-fishfingers-Government-target-middle-class-drinkers-calorie-counting-campaign.html

    For a start, I know which I'd prefer. And quite why it's supposed to be 'middle class' to enjoy a glass of wine, I can't imagine. The thought of me being middle class is enough to send anyone who knows me rolling round the floor laughing.

    Besides, it's my wine. I wouldn't share it with any politician. They can have the fish fingers if they're that worried about me.

    My blogfriends, on the other hand, are more than welcome to share a glass (or two) of wine with me in blogland....:)

  • Mr Penry's surreal day....

    We all get surreal days, sometimes. Mr Penry has days so surreal he's not entirely sure whether he's crossed over into some different dimension. Today was one of these.

    It began, simply enough, as market day. There are a lot of small markets in the valley, but the biggest, held on Wednesdays and Saturdays, is about six miles away. Mr Penry has liked to go there and mill around the stalls ever since he was a boy, so off he went today, same as usual.

    When he was coming out of the market, he was accosted by two winos, both clearly the worse for wear and hiccuping.
    'Hiya Butt!' they shouted, in that cheerful way we Welsh have. (By the way, 'Butt' has nothing to do with bottoms. It just means 'friend' in Wenglish.)
    'Hiya' said Mr Penry.
    'Are you Canadian?' they asked.
    'No.'
    'Are you sure?' (As though you wouldn't notice something like that...:roll:)
    'Positive.'
    This threw them a bit. 'Well....' they said, 'you look Canadian...'

    Next he wandered down a street where a stray accordionist was playing (as you do :DD) only to bump into someone he didn't know who started to rant, 'It's like bloody Paris here!' (only he didn't say 'bloody.')

    And finally, he wandered into the chemist's shop that also doubles as a post office, where a woman was having a very private conversation with her friend (or butt, I suppose ;)) Now bear in mind that private conversations in the Valleys are never quiet. Oh no. They are held at full volume, the voice fixed at a musical lilt so not only the entire shop, but the entire bloody street knows exactly what's going on....
    'AND SO I WENT INTO THIS SEX SHOP SEE..... OH MY GOD IT WAS INCREDIBLE.... FULL OF STUFF... I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF IT WAS FOR....'

    Mr Penry said he would have liked to hang around and see if there was any sort of sequel to this story, but alas, he got served quickly and had to leave.

    Happy days! :)

  • It's piling up....

    Today I took down my Easter/Ostara/Spring Equinox decorations before they all grew a fur coat. But that was the limit of my housework, really. The trouble is that the work is piling up....

    I have some illustrations to finish (which is going to be fun seeing as my vision is still very dodgy)

    I have to write a talk for Witchfest England in May. I have to write another talk for The Hay Alternative Festival (also in May).

    I have an essay to write.

    I have another book to write.

    I have a hex to perform....

    The dogs are hungry.... (aren't they always?)

    I seem to have some strange allergy/rash. This is driving me up the wall at the moment although I suspect it may be related to all the other symptoms...

    And to top it all, while I am trying to type this, it's like an old fashioned teleprinter going as a snail's pace.

    Grrrr!!

  • The Demonisation of plants....

    Although Christianity tried hard to obliterate all signs of the earlier Pagan beliefs, it sometimes wasn’t averse to adapting Pagan traditions to serve its own purposes. This included the lighting of candles, the use of incense and the use of plants for 'magical' or ritual purposes.

    In fact, much of what we actually know about pagan practices in Europe comes from Christian edicts listing what was, and was not acceptable! These edicts continued into the early middle ages, showing just how persistent pagan practices were, and how difficult they were to remove.

    Basically, whatever could not be absorbed was demonised. Mistletoe is a good example of a plant that was so closely associated with paganism (and druidry in particular) that it was banned from churches for many years.

    The ban on bringing plants with white flowers into the house is another example. In the UK and many parts of northern Europe these were collectively known as 'Mother Die' plants. The received 'wisdom' was that if you brought these plants indoors you would cause your mother to die.

    I suspect this was to discourage people from earlier pagan practices which seemed to focus on bringing plants indoors for certain festivals, or at least hanging them above windows and doors.

    So, for example, in ancient Greece or Rome there were Spring festivals in honour of Hermes / Mercury to make the land fertile. As soon as people saw the first green shoots they went out into the fields to collect some greenery and bring it indoors, believing that its life force could transfer from the plants to people, animals and fields.

    The Church appears to have taken this festival over (as it did with so many festivals it could not eradicate) claiming that the ‘greenery’ represented the Palms in the Biblical story of Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem on a donkey.

    This might seem a wild claim, especially since palms don't grow in much of northern Europe. BUT, in actual fact, rather than use real Palms on Palm Sunday, for centuries the Church retained the same local plants that had always been used in the earlier Pagan rites. At one time or another such substitutes included Box, Olive, Cypress, Bay, Beech, Holly, Juniper, Yew, Myrtle, Red Cedar, and Willow.

    These ‘Palms’ were often taken home on Palm Sunday to be hung up in the house or even placed in the corners of newly sown fields to protect them.

    Likewise the Roman Catholic tradition of ‘receiving the ashes’ on Ash Wednesday, which dates from 1091, may actually have its roots in something much older. Nowadays the ‘ashes’ are mostly from charcoal but originally they were from the burned ‘Palms’ of the previous Palm Sunday, which were not palms at all, but Box sprigs. Since very early Pagan times, both the ash and smoke from a Box twig was believed to have magical properties.

    So in fact the Christian church was not only using a plant revered by Pagans but also was doing so in a form that Pagans would have well understood!

    Apologies for not having replied to your comments recdently - I really do appreciate your kind thoughts and blessings... I am trying to get back to blogging and commenting again but at the moment it takes much longer than it used to. Hope to catch up with everyone again soon! :)

  • A few random thoughts....

    It's funny how we take things for granted. Take my eyesight, for example... I've always had good eyesight. Yes, I need glasses for reading but that's only because my arms are no longer long enough. ;)

    Now I'd like to say that I've never had any problems with my eyes, but that isn't quite true. Like many people, I've had the odd glitch. But apart from my first bout of optic neuritis (and that we really scary), problems only last a few weeks, maybe a few months, and then I can cope again.

    And I love using my eyes. I love painting, writing, playing the piano... all things that require reasonably good eyesight. And then suddenly.... it's just not there any more. I'm seeing things that aren't there, and not seeing things that are.

    It's tempting to throw up my hands and just have a good cry. And then I thought.... well, maybe I can't see well enough to paint flowers from life... but I still have memories, I still have technique, I still 'know' what I am supposed to do.

    So maybe this enforced period of difficulty is actually going to usher in a new phase, a time of spiritual awakening. A time or painting with the heart instead of with the eyes.

    As for the writing, well one of my daughters has kindly got me a gizmo that types as I speak which is great.... and a hand held tape recorder... and I can still touch type. So really, all that's happening is that as one sense pulls back, the spirit gets a chance to shine.

    Well that's my story and I'm sticking to it....:)

    PS I knoow I haven't got around to replying to your kind comments yet, but they've been read to me and I really do appreciate them. I'm quite convinced that the healing thoughts and gentle kindness I've received from my blogfriends has made an enormous difference, and from the bottom of my heart, I thank you for that. :)

  • An uphill climb....

    I'm still here... just about. Thank you so much to those of you who sent healing vibes and kind thoughts. I appreciate them.

    I had to miss giving a talk for the Pagan Federation's Spring conference last weekend. The optic neuritis has now spread to both eyes. THe pain is incredible. My sight is frazzled.

    And my hospital appointments have been cancelled, remade, cancelled, remade etc. There is currently a fairy tale going round that I have an appointment tomorrow - we shall see....

    I shall do my best to blog because I miss it, and I miss my friends here. But if I seem slow replying or posting, or make a lot of typos (I am touch typing this) please bear with me.

    Brightest blessings
    TYlluan

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