Over the hill, into Faerie

Don't you just love it when good writing transports you into another world?

Excerpt:

It rained and the leaves blew and the wind tossed the branches and it was, well, it was wonderful weather for a witch. It's the kind of wind and rain that comes when the weather's changing, when the cold front of winter is rushing in to push the warm front of Samhein off to sea, the liminal space at Hecate's crossroads, the point when things bubble and change and are transmorphed in Cerridwen's cauldron....The forest was so full of such amazing, incandescent, burning, living color, and the air and the sky were so grey and the river was so covered in that mist that happens when the water from the sky is making love to the water in the river....just-like-that, you realize: "One extra step, and I'm over the hill into Faerie."

Speaking of faerie worlds, our friend Pixie has been very busy of late - check it out.

Sia

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Photos from Faerieworlds in Oregon by Pixi of Pixi Vision Productions. Used here with permission.

Hern Song - Cat Chapin-Bishop

Magic: at its best,
it's that moment of connection
to the here and now,
to the power of the moment.

That quote comes from the Pagan Quaker Blog. It is a beautiful blog fulled with the luminescent prose and compassionate spirits of Chat Chapin Bishop and Peter Bishop.

Chat tells a wonderful story from the Merry Meet Festival. I quote part of it here:

...and in a very soft voice, he sang me a song about Taliesin the bard, and the Old Gods returning. It was very beautiful, and if I can get the words later, I may post them here. But the most wonderful part was the way that, sung just then, in that place and time, it reminded me so powerfully of another song, long years before, when at the Twilight Covening that changed everything for me, I had felt the God Herne singing for me--just me--in the notes of a stranger's guitar.

It was like a caress on the cheek. It was like an affirmation of my path. Quaker I may be, but I'm still His daughter, too.... It was not until today that I had the chance to speak privately with Canu again, and to share with him what his song had meant to me. By then, I was feeling shy, myself, and I said only that, as I deepened in my Quaker self, I sometimes felt doubt about my place with the Old Gods, and that I'd felt his song as an affirmation of something that had wanted affirmation.

True enough. But I'd left out the part about sensing Herne, touching me through the song. I couldn't quite trust that to words... I ended by saying that I thought he was a very good singer.

And Canu grinned, and said, yeah, well... I'm told I draw down Herne pretty well, too.

To read more, visit her evocative account of the Merry Meet Festival

As a companion piece, I also recommend her post titled Lloyd Lee Wilson, Hern and the Sea of Limitless Life.

Go well, stay well,

Sia

Photo: A wildlife rescue volunteer from the Cascades Raptor Center with a Red tailed hawk. Taken at the Faerieworlds Festival in Eugene, OR by WitsEnd. (Used with permission - all rights reserved)

Off the Shelf:


Flights of Fancy: Birds in Myth and Legend by Peter Tate

Pagan Theology: Paganism as a World Religion by Michael York