Mother Of The Moon

21/05/2026

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13/05/2026

Six priestesses are set to open a new goddess temple after transforming part of an old office block.
They're hoping to welcome people from all backgrounds and beliefs.
➡️ https://bbc.in/4d3yf5v

13/05/2026

A boundary stone (kudurru) depicting a seated goddess, dated ca 1300 BC. It was found at Susa
(Shush), Iran. The goddess is portrayed as divine physician and midwife known as Gula, meaning The Great.

The Louvre Museum, Paris, France

10/05/2026

Beneath the Tor where ley lines meet,
And stars align on sacred feet,
A zodiac carved in earth and dream—
The Green Man wakes, the land’s heartbeat.

Born of soil and stellar fire,
His roots drink deep from Arthur’s pyre.
At Beltane’s breath, when flames climb high,
He greets the sun in Taurus’ eye.

Not carved from myth, nor stone alone,
But shaped from seeds the cosmos sown:
The Flower Moon in Scorpio fills the well,
Where Chalice waters rise and swell.

He is the verdant face of Spring,
When Aries the lamb is born and birds take wing.
His crown—a wreath of oak and thorn,
Lit by the dawn of Sol reborn.

In Leo’s August blaze he claims his throne,
The King of Green, the Wild, the Known—
No god with name, yet felt in all:
The rustle, pulse, the forest’s call.

Through Virgo’s reeds the whispers thread,
Of Cernunnos walking where shadows tread.
The harvest hums, John Barleycorn falls,
As Mars ignites in Scorpio’s halls.

He dies with leaves in autumn’s grasp,
When Scorpio seals the twilight clasp.
Yet in the dark, beneath the sod,
Jupiter stirs the seed of God.

At winter’s hush, beneath the stone,
His breath still moves in roots unknown.
Aquarius pours the healing rain,
And Saturn turns the cosmic clock again.

Then Pisces dreams—the flood, the dove—
The Green Man rises, cloaked in love.
With Osiris green and Khidr’s grace,
He walks through time, through every place.

In Glastonbury’s mystic round,
Where stars and spirits merge in sound,
He wears the face of Christ, the Tree—
From Adam’s tomb, the Cross shall be.

The foliate head, once pagan sign,
Now speaks the Word, once more divine:
As Christ once rose from death’s domain,
So green leaves burst from stone and pain.

“I am the Vine,” the Rood once said,
And from His mouth, life’s branches spread.
In every church where Green Men stare,
They guard the truth: He’s risen there.

So seek him where the galaxies spin,
In every leaf, in every skin.
For we are dust, and star, and tree—
And he is us, and we are he.

01/05/2026

30/01/2026

As Imbolc Eve approaches, here’s a simple custom you can take part in, a small heads up in case you’d like time to find a scarf or piece of cloth.

St Brigid’s Eve is the night of 31st January, leading into Imbolc/St Brigid’s Day on the 1st of February. It's said that it's when Brigid is said to walk the land, a very liminal time. In Irish folklore, people would leave a small piece of cloth or a scarf outside overnight to be blessed as she passed. Known as a Brat Bhríde, this cloth was kept through the year and used for healing, especially for headaches, sore throats, or as a charm of protection.

Before bed, the household would “smoor” the fire, raking the ashes smooth. By morning, they’d look for a mark in the hearth, a sign that Brigid had passed that way in the night. The cloth was then brought back inside, believed to carry her blessing.

Some mark Imbolc at the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. That usually falls around 3rd to the 5th of February, depending on the year.

If you’d like to take part, all that’s needed is a strip of cloth, a scarf, and a quiet intention. Leave it outside overnight and welcome Imbolc in gently.
-Woodlarking

Photo: irisharchaeology.ie

19/01/2026

7pm tonight FREE ! Learn how to connect with healing older dogs

Older dogs deserve comfort, strength, and dignity in their movement 🐾

If your dog is slowing down, struggling with their back legs, or finding it harder to stand or walk, there is something gentle you can do to help.

I’m offering a FREE Facebook event where I will teach simple, safe ways to move energy to support:
• Weak or stiff back legs
• Reduced mobility in older dogs
• Confidence and comfort when walking

You’ll learn how to work with your dog’s energy at home — calmly, respectfully, and at their pace — using techniques especially helpful for senior dogs.

🗓 Monday 19th January
⏰ 7:00pm UK time
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Sometimes the smallest energetic shifts can make the biggest difference to how our animals move and feel.

01/01/2026

Older dogs deserve comfort, strength, and dignity in their movement 🐾

If your dog is slowing down, struggling with their back legs, or finding it harder to stand or walk, there is something gentle you can do to help.

I’m offering a FREE Facebook event where I will teach simple, safe ways to move energy to support:
• Weak or stiff back legs
• Reduced mobility in older dogs
• Confidence and comfort when walking

You’ll learn how to work with your dog’s energy at home — calmly, respectfully, and at their pace — using techniques especially helpful for senior dogs.

🗓 Monday 19th January
⏰ 7:00pm UK time
💻 Online | Free to attend

✨ No experience needed
✨ Suitable for older dogs or dogs recovering strength

📩 Comment ENERGY or send me a message to receive the event details.

Sometimes the smallest energetic shifts can make the biggest difference to how our animals move and feel.

31/12/2025

If anyone can spare 30 minutes of their time at 8.00pm. I thought it would be nice for everyone in their respective houses to spend this time meditating and sending out love and light to the universe. Visualize the world you want to see and the differences you want to make. Just an idea ###
If you share this it would be amazing ###

20/12/2025

Gather close, beloved witches and students of the ancient ones...

The solstice is almost here
and I want to tell you about the Cailleach.

Say her name slowly: 𝗞𝗮𝗹-𝗲𝗲-𝗮𝗰𝗵.
Let it rattle in your teeth.

She is the Celtic winter hag,
blue-faced and white-haired,
staff in one gnarled hand,
hammer in the other.

When she strikes the ground with that hammer,
winter begins.
Frost spreads from where she walks.
Mountains rise where she rests her head.

And the truth is...
She is 𝗻𝗼𝘁 gentle.
She is 𝗻𝗼𝘁 sweet.
She is 𝗻𝗼𝘁 the soft, sugar-coated version
of the divine feminine
they try to sell you in pretty packages.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲.
The Elder. The Ancient One.
The aspect of the goddess
that stops apologizing
and starts shaping the world.

She teaches us this:
there is power in being unf**kwithable.

Not cruel... alas, there's a difference...
But sovereign.
Unmovable.
Done explaining herself to those
who were never going to understand anyway.

The Cailleach has lived too long,
seen too much,
weathered too many winters
to care about being liked.

She cares about being true.
She cares about doing what must be done.
She cares about the ancient contract:
winter must come so spring can matter.

So here's what she asks of you this week, witch:
Where do you need to pick up your hammer?
Where do you need to stop being soft
and start being steel?

What boundary needs to be struck into the ground?
What truth needs to be spoken in your blue-faced voice?
What world needs to be shaped by your gnarled, powerful hands?

You don't have to be nice about it.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀.

She just lifts her hammer,
strikes the earth,
and winter comes
because it's time.

So wield your power, beloved.
Be the crone.
Be ancient and immovable and true.

The Cailleach is watching,
and she approves.

❄️
With frost on my lips and a hammer in my hand,
Blessed day, witches.
~ Baba