Tonight at work, I wrote Pagan lyrics to "The Holly and the Ivy"


The Holly and the Oak King
Are Brothers of the Sun
And at Yuletide and in Summertime
Are together joined as one.

For the Sun at Winter Solstice
Is the lowest ebb of light --
But the Sun returns on this special day
And will soon defeat the night.

O the fir trees and the pine boughs
Are of everlasting green
Showing life prevails in the deadly cold
When the spark of life's unseen.

Dearest Mother Earth is resting
Now that Harvest-… Continue

Dark Moon calling, secrets deep within, heart of mystery, side never seen, the Fourth Face of the goddess, the hidden face, the Warrior, her inarticulate cry of war, pain, triumph, danger, she is our hidden side, our nasty side, our wild side, our bitch side, the dangerous, the free, the most hidden, hunting with hounds, with hawks, with hands, naked, savage, steaming breasts, beating hearts within long for the taste of blood on tongue, blood of fire move within us, strength in body mind and sou… Continue

It's taken me years to come to you, breaking through illusions and finding trust. You who are my Mother, my Sister, walking beside me and within me, shining in the face of the Moon. My fear of you, of women in general, healing at last.

As Mother, I look to you for comfort, the small girl in me reaching out toward the Archetypal Mama. Yours are the arms I run to in joy and fear; yours is the heartbeat that calms my fears. I am blessed by the waters of your ocean. Primal life-force, I paint your… Continue

Sometimes it's the smallest of things that touch us in the outdoors ... The Joy Of Nature ... the latest Sacred Hunt Blog!

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Thank you to all my fellow Maine Pagans for your continued support of my blogging! I couldn't have done it without you.

Blessings,

Jeff

daughters of eve

if there is a word for shame it is apple
so place it on your tongue and taste
its smooth red skin and bite

deep if there is a word for apple it is bitter
so let the juice run down your chin across
your hand and

drip if there is a word for body it is seed
and its luscious taste turns toxic in our
throats its razor edges pierce our naked

insides if there is a word for beauty it is secret
grave shadows ghost girls and pushed-up

daisies if there is a word for woman it is shame… Continue