Lughnasadh

Raising Pagan children does not have to be complicated... we treated ourselves today to our favourite bread each for Lughnasadh and had a picnic in the garden with apples.

My son does not want to join in with rituals but my daughter was quite happy repeating lines after me as we honoured Lugh. How the masculine and feminine come together to create abundance.

We all got out the play food and talked about where our food comes from, the hard work that goes into harvesting it, and made different combinations of meals for each other.

Then we sang

"The earth is our mother

We honour her always

The earth us our mother

We honour her always

Always

Always

We honour her always

Always

Always

We honour her always."

Have a blessed day xxx

Dark Nights

A few nights ago I dreamed a dark man was chasing me again. I have this dream a lot. I try to call the police and the numbers don't work on my phone.

I try to run but my legs are so heavy and he is catching me up. He says he only wants me to love him but he is so aggressive, so persistent, so frightening, this doesn't feel like love.

I lash out, I beg, I plead. He wants my essence. He sees himself as a victim of my power. He doesn't listen to me.

Another man, a kind one that I recognise, is making a room beautiful for me and stringing up fairylights. I am not allowed to stay because I am being chased, and there is another woman there who I must lie and hide from.

I don't want this kind man to know how I am always on the run, this shadow of shame and fear that chases me from within and without. So I hide from him too. I hide from the woman who makes me feel dirty and ashamed for being human.

And afterwards I sat down in safety, surrounded by people who were sympathetic, safety in numbers, in the group, only to realise I had bled all down my legs.

I thought "it can't be my cycle, it's not the right time". But there was the blood and everybody was staring at me. They had thought that I needed saving from the darkness and now my blood was everywhere, exposing my power.

They were horrified.

I woke and I was bleeding. I'd crossed over the first gate in the night early again.

Being called to release more often, more frequently, renewing, reclaiming--

Then more nightmares.

A man in a shroud. It is my fault. Shouting and yelling. Uncovering. Discovering.

Over the coming days feeling more calm and balanced than I've felt in a long time, feeling nourished from within, able to meet my own needs, seeing things with so much clarity.

What an incredible time.

What is the night revealing to you?

Women Who Encapsulate their Placena

Women who choose placenta encapsulation... I love them!

I love this aspect of my work so much and the way it brings me in touch with so many different kinds of women.

Women who from the outside could not be more different... but all sharing something, a certain look in their eye maybe.

I cannot even begin to explain the way I view my placenta work, not just in terms of the nutritional and hormonal benefits, but as something much more sacred.

Just as the baby is connected and nourished by their placenta, so are we held and loved by the earth. She who gives life also consumes it. And therefore placenta consumption reflects this beautiful cycle of birth/death/rebirth, as in nature, where nothing is ever wasted.

When you use your placenta you are participating in deep feminine wisdom, the wisdom of the earth, your inheritance and your power.

That is what all these women have in common. They have been called by that wisdom. And that's why I love serving them 🙏