Joyous Midsummer

Then came the jolly Sommer, being dress’d
In a thin silken cassock coloured greene,
That was unlined all, to be more light;
And on his head a garland well beseene.
--Edmund Spenser, "Faerie Queene"

But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud,
The kindling azure, and the mountain’s brow,
Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad.
--James Thomson, "The Seasons: Summer"

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And, for the Other side...



This image inspired by "The Death of Llew" by Mike Nichols.

Quotes

Just a few quotes for today, as I haven't updated this blog in a while... :/

"We dance around the ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows." --Robert Frost, poet

"Without Evil there can be no Good, so it must be Good to be Evil sometimes." --Satan in "South Park: Bigger, Longer, & Uncut"

"God answers every prayer. But sometimes the answer is, 'No'." --priest from an episode of "Law & Order"

"Not all who wander are lost." --J. R. R. Tolkien

"Follow your Bliss." --Joseph Campbell

"The problem with Yahweh is that He thinks He's God." --op. cit.

"There are two kinds of knowledge; Symbolic Knowledge and Intimate Knowledge. Science deals with the former, arts deal with the latter. The primary focus of the religious pursuit is the latter. To confuse the boundary by using physics to analyze spiritual experiences is to largely miss the point." --user "felisarcanum" on LiveJournal

"The injection of religion has a coma-like effect"
--from "Wreath of Barbs," :wupmscut:

"Witchcraft is, and was, not... for everyone. Unless you have an attraction to the occult, a sense of wonder, a feeling that you can slip for a few minutes out of the world into the world of faery, it is of no use to you." --Gerald Gardner

Joyous Eostar

Poem

This a piece I wrote to commemorate Blodeuwedd coming into my life...

Blodeuwedd's Charge
Copyright © 0ct. 2008 S.E.J.

From realms beyond, Barn Owl soars;
To awaken the land, Great Lion roars;
Warrior Queen with Her army of Shades;
All stand with me to welcome the Maid.

Under the Sun, high on a hill,
The wind dies down to a reverent still.
The Lady of Spring sparkles with dew,
Banishing old and welcoming new.

Her visage composed of sweet flowers nine.
Clad in grey mist as Dawn is Her time.
Her skin like the Moon, glowing and white.
The wind lifts Her hair like pale firelight.

Fixing Her gaze, She looks to my soul,
Drawing forth knowledge of Witch-child’s goal.
She knows the next step, what must be done,
The task is set forth for what’s yet to come.

She pushes my body deep in the ground,
Still from my throat comes not a sound.
Swallowed by terra, alone in the dark.
Conquer this trial and receive the Art.

As I try to find my way,
From above I hear Her say,
“Out of the Earth,
Climb to your birth!
Out of the Earth,
Climb to your birth!”