|Sacred Brighid the Exalted One walks with me|
|This made a wonderful dinner! Plate of it along with some puff pastry was left on the table over night for the honorable dead and ancestor spirits.|
|In Dilis Glas, seeds and berries are representative of certain fertility rites and blessings- they are some times cast into still water for divination or buried after three days at the crossroads.|
|Oh me and my ancient sacred blades ^_^, family heirlooms|
|Oregon grape is a native herb of the |
Northwest as far as I know, and one that attracts
and blesses with plenty and beauty
Rosmerta and Nantosuelta have graced my home with their presence as well. So has my new friend, this moth who has made a home here after resting upon Brighid's altar, warmed by the flames.
The spirits around me have been restless, change is coming and whispers are being carried on the wind to the ears of the Hag and the Hunter. Soon, An Cailleach collects her cold sun and beats about the ground with her staff and her hammer. Soon, the trees will dwindle, the chestnuts fall, the bramble withers and the first frost arrives. That is when I go into the dark, closer to my spirits, to my kitchen and to my hearth. Wandering and flying, traveling and moving between the worlds at the blessing of the Veiled One.