At the Dark Moon of November

Shadows fall; birds that sang no more sing no song of Rhiannon’s Birds to charm the sweetness of the day A ghostly horse-head haunts the night Crow-black tatters on her back At the Shrine the White Horse wears a grey shroud Owls call in…

Prayer

ā€˜ O fy nghalon iā€™ Words spoken at an altar Loudly … evenly … softly, fading To a whisper Horse paths on which she rides In the echoes of these words Following, as I follow, Tracks that wind And bind ….. ā€¦ \/\/\ ā€¦…

Returning Home

Returning home after a few days away, the Shrine looks lonely. Fallen leaves lie across the stones in front of Rhiannon’s horse and on the pool of Mererid’s well. It’s good to re-connect by clearing these and resuming regular visits, the loneliness banished by…

Offerings

  Through July there’s a change towards ripeness, the Summer deepening, soft fruit hanging on raspberry canes and gooseberry bushes around the Shrine; apples beginning to swell on the tree. Blooms in abundance adorn the rosebush I planted especially for the Shrine, while I…

Disturbance

Recently, when I visit the Shrine in the morning I have found it disturbed. The small vase with roses, the pouring jug and other items have been turned over and scattered. The goblet which stands in the upper part of the fountain has been…

Time Out

Such intensities of identification during these late May days; the hillside, the hedgerows, the fields and woods all infused with a palpable sense of being; and myself the quiet watcher taking it all in, in some way both immersed in it all, part of…

Awakening Awen

    Evolving acts of daily devotion Awakening awen As from the bubbling spring Witness of each offering    

For Rigantona after Calan Mai

Spoken after re-instating the newly painted horse: Rigantona, the gates of your world are open As are the blossoms on the boughs Scenting the air with Summer As you ride across the land. Rigantona, you are radiant in the dawn As sunlight on the…

Calan Mai

Calan Mai or Beltane, is a festival for the beginning of May according to the calendar. But the calendar has changed so I’ve always adjusted my sense of when the festival should be celebrated to match the season as it actually is in Nature…

Re-designing the Shrine