Blessed be the season of Samhain, the time of the all-knowing Hecate, the night of Persephone's descent into the Underworld, the season of Demeter's greatest sorrow, the night to celebrate the nearness of the spirit world, as the veil is drawn thin."

Blessings to all as the wheel begins to turn again.......

Spirits of the west, born In cool waters , Spirits of the south, born In shining flames , Spirits of the east, born In swirling winds , Spirits of the north, born of Mother earth, This I ask, this charge I lay, By oak and ash and bitter thorn.

Be still, lonely heart,
The time of joining
Draws ever closer.

Wait with quietude
In the verdure
And the Unicorn
Will appear,
To lay his weary head
On virgin breast.
Sweet heart, dear heart,
Have no fear for the beast,
For the Hunter will bring no harm.
Jules Storey-Taylor

As the wind whispered 'round her And the Ivy grew tall, She sat solemnly, afraid of nothing,seeing, watching The forest,it swirls around her and deepens in her heart, never ending. The world looks different from her eyes, seen from each creature alike. Brave and strong , like she was, and is, yet fragile, her majick ruling the world around her. ...Rachinee Young

The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight, And dance on your pillow to wish you good night! ~Christopher Morley