Blessed Samhain

October 31st, 2015

For Pagans the 31st October is the festival of Samhain.  It is the last day of Celtic year, the end of summer as Celts only had three seasons.  It is the day when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest, a day to honour your ancestors, talk to and honour the spirits of those you have lost,  to consider the year gone by and make plans for the new.

Our Samhain celebrations are fairly low key.  Once the last of the trick or treaters have visited, we light candles and talk about friends and family who have gone to the summerlands.  I lay a place at the dinner table for my father who died almost 14 years ago.  We also do a blessing list every year.  To say thank you to the people who’ve been influential in our life for that year and bless them in the year to come.  It begins by opening the list we did the previous year, and then we write a new list which is sealed and not opened until the following Samhain.

However, you celebrate, have a blessed Samhain.


October 28th, 2015

Have you ever fallen in love at first sight?  Have you ever met someone and been poleaxed and known with absolutely certainty that this person, for good or ill, is going to have an important impact on your life?  It’s happened to me a few times. This poem was the second time.  It almost wrote itself and the words came straight out of the dark abyss of my subconscious.  I think you can tell that things were never going to work out well….



A Hand reaches out and disturbs the tranquillity, a pool ripples and then is still
She pauses to look within and sees a perfect reflection.

How on Earth could this be? When she looks, she sees he

She is the guardian of the gate, she has the heart of the warrior race,
She shows the world her strength, her courage.
She shows the world her love, her knowledge

But she built herself an ivory tower with bricks of fear and stones of pain.
Let me be free says she, but only she could build it and only she can tear it down.

I’m lonely says she, can’t she see that so is he?

As the stars shine down on each apart, no power will let them share their hearts
Yet each within them has the power, the key, the lock, to undo the tower.
Will they ever slay their fears? Will they ever shed their tears?
Fate has not yet had it’s say, but surely they must try one day.

I’m afraid says he, can’t he see that so is she?

But he built himself an ivory tower with bricks of fear and stones of pain.
Let me be free says he, but only he could build it and only he can tear it down.

Never crueller could fate be than to let them their reflections see.

He is the guardian of the gate, he has the heart of the warrior race,
He shows the world his strength, his courage.
He shows the world his love, his knowledge

Where on Earth will they find, the strength to let them be entwined?

A Hand reaches out and disturbs the tranquillity, a pool ripples and then is still
He pauses to look within and sees a perfect reflection.


Eternal Triangles

October 25th, 2015

As I’ve been playing with words and thinking of poetry, I thought I’d post some of my old poetry.  I started this poem in 1997/1998.  My friends used to call this my Iliad and despite writing three endings, I was never happy with any of them,  I think perhaps it’s better without one.  It was based on an idea for a story, dream fragments and some rather strange experiences which I will leave to your imagination.

At the dawn of time they were created one,
A bond of light never to be undone.
In life or death they were never apart,
One breath, one soul and forever one heart.

The world they made was awakened and new,
Order and chaos balanced and true.
Light and dark as God had planned,
Side by side in the promised land.

The light and dark had houses four,
With roles to play to uphold God’s law.
Each held domain in their given spheres,
Honed to perfection over the years.

Lyris and Nevar, guardians blue,
Their love eternal, pure and true.
But Nevar’s vanity was his fatal flaw,
And he put himself above the law.

Brothers can sometimes turn to foe,
And the dark decided the light had to go.
The balance changed the tide did turn,
They saw their people die, their cities burn.

But this was not how the battle was won,
No the dark decided to tempt someone.
A guardian of the light, their highest son,
And Nevar’s treachery left them undone.

A traitor in their very midst,
That link of light was sorely missed.
The dark thought them destroyed at last,
A fitting end to their foe of past.

But into this troubled world a stranger came,
A lonely wanderer with a heart untamed.
A mortal with the gift of sight,
A link to rejoin that chain of light.

Paris with his heart so true,
Paris with his eyes so blue,
One look at Lyris used, betrayed,
His heart did love, forever swayed.

Far into their future their love would reach,
A sacred marriage to seal the breach.
To join once more the house of light,
And keep them from eternal night.

The children of light looked into the night,
Their only hope for them to take flight.
They searched the galaxies far and wide,
And found a new home, a place to hide.

They took on the form of the people there,
And covered their tracks with utmost care.
They hid their history until it was needed
But in legend and myth the pieces were seeded.

Their lives passed by and they kept to their cages,
But the enemy hindered them down through the ages.
For they had seen too late by then
That balance undone will come again.

For once the scale was tipped their way,
Evil was born and was here to stay.
But when the dark is at its peak,
The dawn of light will start to creep.

New beginnings

October 22nd, 2015

It’s been an interesting year, and I seem to be coming out of a slew of negative energy, with me, my family and friends being ill, in some cases life threateningly, but we all survived.  I have a history of autoimmune disease and when I started feeling ill early in the year then started having problems walking I think we all thought that perhaps I had a new one.  It turned out to be a simple vitamin D deficiency (probably linked to my thyroid problems).  Simple I say, and only noticeably symptomatic for a few months, but since I’ve been taking the tablets, I’ve noticed symptoms I’ve had for years that were put down to my thyroid or my age disappearing.

I’ve been calling myself a Pagan for about 18 years as people need labels to categorise you but it’s a bit more complex than that.  I’ve always been interested in spirituality and religion, but about 18 years ago it sought me out.  I’ve been called a catalyst, a dwell point and a few less complementary things over the years, the Powers That Be seem to like using me to effect change, I’ve been a mirror for some people, although usually a passive action on my part. Perhaps this had been happening for longer, but this was when I noticed it.

Of course sometimes I happen to be on the receiving end.  I used to write, a lot. Journals, letters, poetry, stories but about 15 years ago I met a writer at a sci fi convention, who made me question why I did, possibly because he was the biggest knob head I’ve ever met, he was completely self obsessed and full of his own self importance. I stopped writing.

I started my business a few years ago to express my creativity, but somewhere along the line, I lost my passion and it became about creating things for people that I thought would sell.  I will still keep producing the “ephemera” as I think it still has a function and I just love the word.

Just as 15 years ago I had a profound but negative experience, I’ve recently had the complete opposite, I met an artist who inspired me, who held up a mirror and I’ve had a long hard look at myself and wondered how I ended up here. As much as I enjoy the art I create on the computer I feel disconnected from it. I don’t draw anymore, I don’t paint any more, I don’t write any more. I want to change that, I want to get out in the world and meet people and do things. I want to write, I want to paint, to create again. So I’d like to thank him, he may not be aware of the effect he had on me, he was after all just a mirror, but I’m thankful anyway,  so thank you my friend, it was an act of Human Kindness,  I hope the gift I gave you had value to you and I hope we meet again.  You’ve helped me get my mojo back.

Change can be scary, because we may feel safe where we are, we know what to expect and we think we know what’s coming.  When you open your heart and mind to change it makes the future less predictable.

We are influenced by the people we meet and the connections we make, so be nice to people, be aware of the effect your energy has on people.

I have signed up for a watercolour class – I can paint – but I thought it would be interesting to do it with a group.  I’ll let you know how I get on.

I have some ideas for mixed media images, words, painting and graphic art combined, I have a project I’m going to try and start this week so I will post on how I’m getting on.