Berry Blue & Bunnies Too

Frankurt Radio Symphony

Happy Fertility Ritual, or Happy Ishtar to you. Spring is thriving in the magical garden, fairies abound. The energy and weather was great today, I for one really enjoyed the day.

Without an in-depth comparison between more Pagan celebrations and that of Christians, and Jews, let me say, I love you all, no matter which Spring holiday you are celebrating.

Rebirth and the renewal of life . . . oh glorious Spring.

Atlantis is rising and we are the age of Aquarius~

For your perusal~

Horus

Hidden Origins

The Nature of Reality

Gerald Clark & Rex Bear

Casey Playlist

Did you know that you can dye eggs with blueberries?

 

Twas the Night Before Yuletide

Happy Holidays friends: Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and New Years. I taught my students about Yule and we learned all about Krampus, (I had no idea) the demon who takes naughty children to the underworld. My dear friend, and amazing photographer, Dagmar shared the Yule poem below. I had never heard this, I only know the American one. This is so much better. Peace & Love to you all.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen

Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.

A mantle of snow shone brightly that night

As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,

Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.

The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,

Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,

Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.

The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet

Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,

As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.

“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”

They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.

It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,

Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,

There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,

A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,

Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,

Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,

Made each of the fey folk think of the spring

When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed

in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,

“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,

that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,

The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells

Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,

Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,

Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.

Have you forgotten, my children, the fun

Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,

As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.

Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,

“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,

Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.

They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.

They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,

In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.

They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,

Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,

Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,

The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree

And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,

The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.

It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar

The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

 

Poem author C.C. Williford

Art

Clare Bertram

Moon Mythology

Forever the book pilgrim today I discovered a little treasure for 99 cents, Curious Myths of the Middle Ages, written by, Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould 1834-1924 Edited by, Edward Hardy (1987). Below is an excerpt from The Man in the Moon myth. The book illustrations are all Albrecht Duer.

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In Scandinavian mythology Mani, the moon stole two children from their parents, and carried them up to heaven. Their names were Hjuki and Bil. They had been drawing water from the well byrgir, in the bucket Soegr, suspended from the pole Simul, which they bore on their shoulders. These children, pole and bucket, were placed in heaven ‘where they could be seen from earth’. This refers undoubtedly to the spots on the moon, and so the Swedish peasantry explain these spots to this very day (1866) as representing a boy and a girl bearing a pail of water between them. We are once reminded of our nursery rhyme:

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

This verse, which to us at first sight seems nonsense, I have no hesitation in saying has a high antiquity, and refers to the Eddaic Hjuki and Bil. The names indicate as much. Hjuki, in Norse, would be pronounced Juki, which would readily become Jack; and Bil for the sake of euphony, and in order to give a female name to one of the children, would become Jill. The fall of Jack and the subsequent fall of Jill simply represent the vanishing of one moon-spot after another as the moon wanes.

But the old Norse myth had a deeper significance than merely an explanation of the moon-spots. Hjuki is derived from the verb jakka, to leap or pile together, to assemble and increase; and Bil from bila, to break up or dissolve. Hjuki and Bil therefore signify nothing more than the waxing and waning of the moon, and the water they are represented as bearing signifies the fact that the rainfall depends on the phases of the moon. Waxing and waning were individualized, and the meteorological fact of the connexion  of the rain with the moon was represented by children as water-bearers.

 

Baring-Gould, S. (1987). Curious Myths of the Middle ages. (E. Hardy, Ed.) New York: Crescent Books.

Birth Happiness

Sibelius Violin Concerto

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The birth of my blog has truly birthed happiness and good friends. Thank you all so much for not only supporting my blog, but for supporting me and my life. I recall making the journey alone from Louisiana to Arizona driving a U-Haul truck and pulling a car in high winds, but I knew that my blog friends were with me and keeping me in their thoughts and prayers. This amazing community has helped me grow spiritually, creatively and consciously. I have made some really great friends here, and I love you all.
Thank you all so very much~
Namaste
Sindy

Feel The Rainbow

rainbow-angel111

Well . . . Wow! Happy Solstice everybody, I see many of you enjoyed the poem by my friend HollyRose. Thank you for your support. I do not know if you are all aware of this Cosmic Wave that is literally, and figuratively washing over the planet? I for one was gobsmacked. Even if it is hyperbole it is a powerful visual to work with. I am just going to include a bunch of links for you to view or read as  you so desire. I feel it is a great time to release and to create our new butterfly body (just kidding) but the NEW.

Massive Waves of Energy

Dutch’s Video

A new FB Friend I found fascinating

Jana Dixon

Diane Canfield

Romeo Baron

In5D

The Event

I did this meditation with Archangel Raziel, I like the rainbow, the clearing and soon  that goes with this wave.

Archangel Raziel Rainbow Meditation

 Clearing Vows & Contracts from the Akashic Records

Namaste, Peace & Love

Winter Solstice

white-maiden

Solstice draws nigh
dark days, long, longest night
deep remembrance
journey of the soul
moving, ever moving
moving to stand still
still in the darkest light
the most glorious light
light of the undying Sun
standing sill. still point
where we bask breathe
delight in Light, Love
pure beingness
This ever turning play –
dance of dark and light
our soul’s shadow dancing
concealing and revealing
gently, reverently mirroring
cosmic flow and rhythm
of which you and I are part –
One in the eternal dance
movement-Eternal moment
meeting, re-uniting ever again
as One . . . separating, then returning
again and again

HollyRose Gosselin

~Thanks to Holly Rose my FB friend, and sistar~

Solstice facts

Archangel Raziel

 art by Jessica Galbraith

Mid-Winter’s Night

Painting by Kinuko Y. Craft. Oil over watercolor on board. Published by SeaStar Books 2000.Music

Hey everyone. I am wishing that you are all healthy, happy & abundant. I am hoping that you are enjoying the Holiday Season, but if perchance you are one that is troubled by the holidays, I send you extra love. I am going to see A Mid-Winter’s Night Dream, a seasonal transposition of Shakespeare’s classic, at Taliesin West, which was Frank Lloyd Wright’s, Winter home, I am so excited. Going this afternoon.

 

Painting

The Fairy Godmother

Kinuko Y. Craft