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Hares

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What is it about hares that makes them so emotive? The big, doleful eyes? Soft ears, that stretch down the back, like Rapunzillian hair? The gentle curve of a velveteen nose that you know is counting time, like a heartbeat? Michelle Shore, amazing illustrator for… Read More »Hares

Root to rise – Imbolc 2025

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They have pollarded the trees in their garden. The house on the corner has five mature Birches lining their garden wall. Their silver skin is dull in early morning light, but the milky white scars left by the chainsaws glow like candles. The gaps between… Read More »Root to rise – Imbolc 2025

Springing back to life!

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Sun is up and Spring is here!Wake up all and have no fear.It’s time for greening, winter’s done.Welcome Spring and welcome Sun! ~ the Song of Waking I’ve been basking in the strengthening Spring sunshine this morning, then shivering in the chill wind that still… Read More »Springing back to life!

a Lammas story – The Burning

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Harvest time. And the Lady is called to perform the hardest of her duties for the Land that she was promised to when she was born.

Equinox vs Easter vs Ostara

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We don’t celebrate Easter in our house but we do have an egg hunt. It happens on the Spring Equinox and is about more than just chocolate.

New World, New Wheel

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Is the Wheel of the Year still a reliable path through the seasons? Now there is dissonance, inconsistencies, as climate crisis impacts our world. How do we walk the wheel without ignoring these changes?

The Importance of Pronouns

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Why ‘Walk The Wheel’ includes they/them pronouns and why it’s so important that we bring these varied expressions of gender into our stories.

an orange sunset sky with the black sillouhettes of bare trees reaching from a dark foreground

Autumn Equinox: Space to change

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Reflections on the Autumn Equinox (Mabon, Madron, Vernal Equinox) 2022, including spider webs and empty space, change and transformation.

close up of long dry grasses with blue sky and green hill behind

Gulliver in Grass

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I am a deckchair, saggy and unbalanced, unfolding myself onto a soft-looking patch of uncut grass.