Uncanny Moon-Child

(* Spoiler Alert! * This will contain elements of the Introductory and First Gwers of the Bardic Grade.) I began the Bardic Grade with the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids recently and the very first Gwers contains an Initiation ceremony to complete whenever you feel ready. I instantly decided that it wasn’t something I wanted to do until further on in the grade, so moved on and left it. I didn’t really think much about why I’d made this instant decision until I sat down to look at the second Gwers. I felt really frustrated that there seemed to be a block from stopping me from focusing properly to even read the first page. It suddenly dawned on me that there had been a lot of feelings surrounding my decision to leave the ceremony until later and I hadn’t given the proper time to exploring them. There was anxiety; fear in the pit of my stomach, ever-churning. Even as a Witch I’m not big on the full ceremonies and rituals and prefer to do things that are much simpler. It has

Like many types of journey, my life-journey has sometimes been arduous. I've had to climb the tallest mountains into the clouds, and walked blind through thick fog. I have fallen, and had to walk back on myself when the way ahead was blocked. I have changed direction many times, but had faith that it was the right thing to do. At times the views have been amazing and I've had glimpses of where I'm heading, but mostly the destination is just out of sight, around the next corner. I have questioned my journey a lot, especially since I began to near the age of 30. It seems like I should have my life figured out; I should know where I'm going. Yet, in these last few months of my 20's I know I am more fully myself than ever before. I stand taller. I am more fierce and unapologetic. My roots have begun to reach deep into the belly of the Earth: The Great Goddess supports me. I have begun to find my voice and I'm no longer afraid of who hears it.  Part of w

I wrote this a few days before moving out of my parents and in with my boyfriend... Bittersweet .  There are things that I will miss. I will miss my family, They have been the best housemates I could wish for. I will miss the hustling, bustling noise of their lives. Constant. Never-ending. There are things that I will miss. I will miss how my Grandmother waves me off to work every morning, And how all three generations of women have discussions about everything under the sun. I will miss spending time with Rusty; he seems on borrowed time. Cherished friend. Existing. There are things that I will miss. I will miss the house and the way it groans and whispers at night. The way the best view of the sunset is from my bedroom window. I will miss my bedroom and the safe space it has been. Comforting. Confining. There are things that I will miss. I will miss those spots in the garden where the world melts away, And the way the quince tree looks different every singl

Deep inside my heart I have been aware for a long time that something has been missing from my life. Something lacking. Something stopping me from being whole. I suspected what it might be when I started a certificate in counselling skills and was thrown into a close-knit group of women. Interaction was unavoidable and I felt out of my depth. I bonded with some beautiful women as we journeyed together, but in all honestly I knew I was still holding back. Last year just before Samhain I randomly discovered Lisa Listers book 'Witch'. I had never considered Witchcraft as a path to follow, and had reservations about anything claiming the word Feminism. I realise now that I held fear over that word because it meant accepting the feminine in myself and admitting that I deserved to embrace the power I had inside as a woman. I consumed the book within a few days and it ignited something in me that was long forgotten; my feminine energy and power. I had neglected, and even been c

Hi lovely ladies. In fact, hello everyone; including any marvellous men that this may reach too. I’m about to talk about something that is probably going to be a little uncomfortable for some of you to read, and some of you may think that this is far too much information to be sharing. Honestly, I’ve questioned whether this is the right thing for me to do A LOT, because it’s putting myself out there and being totally vulnerable about something private and personal that I’ve had to cope with. My decision to share has been fuelled by the powerful desire that, as women, information and understanding about our own bodies should be made more readily available to us, so that when things go wrong we feel we have the tools necessary to understand what’s happening in some small way and can therefore cope and overcome things more easily. So, here are some questions before I begin: Have you ever heard of Bartholin Glands? Did you realise that every woman has two of these? As women, do