Harken My Daughters
by Solitaire Archer


Harken My Daughters I bid listen to me
And as I say these Words So Mote it be

Teach her from now till time is forgot
Teach her broom and teach her ***
Teach now no reason to hide
Teach her scents and times and tides
Teach her hues and Teach her to bide

Teach her Moons and teach her flowers
Teach her herbs and to keepsafe Our bower
Teach her Air and Water and Fire
Teach her Oak and Teach her lyre
No buildings of Stone No meter high Towers
Let her Dance in the Snow and Dance in the Showers

Hark to me my Daughters dear Teach her so she has naught to fear

Show her Signs and cards and runes
Teach to her to call down the Moon
Teach her Sight and Teach her Bane
Teach her to invoke my Name
in my Place too- call down the Power
In our Circles or in our Bowers

As I have taught now you must too
Pass it forward your line ensue
Daughter to daughter your line in Light
for this moment forward as far as Sight
Witch follows Witch for eternitys Flight
Daughter to Daugther gives Power and Might

Harken My Daughters Listen me

Child go live it
So Mote It Be

These are my words, This is my way.
Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker @2012

The Question

It happened again..a throw away question really these days ...
What Path is yours?
At once the rote rose in my throat ....
Witch Wiccan Solitary Electic and I stopped .. dead

Its true I am all these things and more to be sure:

I chose ...
Wicca because I am tied to the beliefs the ebb and flow rebirth and renewal
Witch because the practice makes my heart fly and soul dance every scent , stone and candle
Solitary because even though I have found so many Sisters and Brothers on my way
I have no stomach or strength for politics.
Electic..ah well here my problem lay
I love the freedom choice does bring
ButI am also a teacher...
I love the A B C's and 1 2 3's I love to do an intricate ritual from begining to end and feel the soft touch of the past as each step taken I understand that this dance has been stepped before decades past

It brings me great joy and comfort to know the dance I dance and the Names I use have been on the sweet breath of those who have gone before me.
So Tradition has a part on my Path after all ....:)
So who am I
I am Air and Earth Fire and Water
I am Past and Future
I am Mother and Babe
I am New and I am Aged beyond all Time
Come Join me in the Dance of the Circle
Teach me your Ways and I will share mine
Together we will Honour our sweet Lady with our gifts and talents
and we will know Joy in the Journey
I am
Solita Shadoewalker
These are my Words and this is my Way

@Copywrite-2006

This Morning


I woke this morning to a beautiful dawn, the dew wet grass shining in the already bright sun
The Lady has blessed me once more
My tumblers run and dart, spin and frolic my private acrobats
Soft sweet calls and ankle swarms and my large cattle dog gently but with insistence herding me into the kitchen and my duties,
My Eastern altar is glowing with the suns rising
and wrapped 'round with the grasses and flowers of summer
Incense rises and the candle flickers as I ask for Her protection for these... my wandering one's today
The kettle's boiled and the day's tea is made and blessed and seven dishes filled and emptied.
The sun fully risen now and the house stirs family sounds as heavy steps wander above and radio plays softly
Round me now still piles of soft satin slick fur breathing soft and deep
noses all counted and accounted for
bellies rubbed and ears all tickled
7 foreheads softly touched and charmed
and all are safe and sound this day in our Lady's care.
I wander the garden now caressing those blooms that require some extra essence,
All that's needed is water and sun and love
through each touch comes life and will and care and thus the wheel turns and the garden thrives
Lilac, Lily and Rose and Ivy abounds and the garden thrives
I walk now from the front to the back door carefully sweeping
my chants softly sung
and the smudge bundle of sage and roses lit and smoking
salt scattered and swept and once more my small realm is safe
My Lady guard this house and all who dwell and those who would stay
I trust my most valued Companions are in your keeping
My Family My life are in your keeping.
I celebrate my life withing your Circle and my Joy within your keeping
All of this and things unspoken Joy and Light and Love
My Lady, Bless me.
Solita -2007

IN THIS SPACE AND AT THIS HOUR

by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker




  

In This Place And At This Hour

In this place and at this hour Sisters gather to Call the Power
Winds will rise and lightning crack
We pace the Circle fore and then step aft
Luna's path we steppe then Sol's retrack
Circle once and then return
My Lady we have much to learn
Winds will blow and Earth will flower
Fire will burn and Water shower
This rite complete come rising Sun
Lady here thy will shall be done
In this place and at this hour
Lady keeps this Sacred bower

These are my Words This is my Way
Blessed Be

Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker 2012

•❤• Wiccan Blessings Bright and True from this Old Witch straight on To YOU!!~•❤•~

The candle is lit and the house slumbers as
I turn the pages of this most personal tome it is not magik but memory
that urges the turning.
From the Oh so careful initial lines of a Very young woman beginning her search
with every I dotted and T crossed
every day logged and noted .To the busier
days of finding teachers and noting the questions that HAD to have answers.
With accolade's that came when at last I was asked to lead and the tears and uncertainty when the time had come to leave.
The wonder and renewal that comes with teaching and the pride as my students stand on their own and go forward.
Too the life moments when my attention was scattered a parents passing the ending of a marriage
Every drop of candle wax and oil stained sheet recalls vivid memories and tears and laughter.
My Book is not as pretty as I once thought it would be ,
But I met My Lady in its pages and for that I will every be grateful.

Solita Shadoewalker

These I Call

I reach, my feet toes digging into
the soft damp earth
this is the power of Body,
clay and sand and rock
this is the Grounding Point
This is the point of Calm of Rest
I Call North
I entreat the Earth
I acknowledge the Power of My Body
I throw my hands high reaching, yearning
the wind wends my skirt round my staff in Freedom
This is the point of Reason
This is Zephyr and Breeze and Gale
I call East
I entreat The Air
I acknowledge the Power of My Mind
Now I pull my Power
from deep in my core
call and play until it dances over my fingers
This is the point of healing Fire
This is the Power of My Actions
The crack of lightning and the snap of Fire
I call South
I Entreat Fire
I Acknowledge the Power of My Actions
Now I flow in not out
engulfed, enfolded warm and safe
as the day before breath
This is the point of Feeling of
comfort both given and received
I call West
I entreat Water
I Acknowledge the Power of My Feelings
Upward pulled with Luna Joined
With Sky and Moon I am rapt in a star filled bowl
This is the place of Consciousness
I Call a Sacred Place
This is Galaxy, Moon, and Stars
I call Up
I Entreat The Cosmos
I acknowledge The Power of my Consciousness
Through my mind and my core
Through that which makes me Witch
Through legs into Earth
Through crust and deeper yet
Slower it steadies and my heartbeat slows ,
and matches that which sustains us
I Call Down
I entreat The Core , This Sacred Place
I Acknowledge The Greater Life and Web of all Being
Mother Earth
From within now come Soul Spirit
Essence of Life
This is where My Lady waits
Goddess , Ancestors , Guides and Companions

I Call The Center
I Entreat The Spirit
I Acknowledge the inner ways and song and dance
Visions Quests and Dream Times
and Shadoewalkers

These I Entreat and Invite
These I Honor and would learn from
These are gifts to me
from My Sweet Lady
Among these I will wait
In this Sacred Place

Solita@2008

There is a thief who lives with me

A thief that steals constantly
He steals my sleep my time and my peace
He saps my strength and shortens my reach

There is a thief who lives with me

He steals my hope and shortens my days
He runs his hands along my spine clenching and twisting and he smiles
His reach extends from my spine to my eyes locking me in his vice
He wraps my mind in his dull red haze and he makes me stupid and vile

There is a thief who lives with me
We battle every day every hour waking sleeping
There is no time when he is not a constant companion
He keeps me spinning in bed searching for a place of rest
Every hour it is He that controls my work and my play

There is a thief who lives with me

I try to seal my world from him
I stuff the cracks and bar the doors
Dark the windows and stopper the gates
He finds me no matter

There is a thief who lives with me

But he knows me well, this thief of mine and soon he's found the cracks
The chinks in my Armour he knows so well and soon his art he racks

There is a thief who lives with me a companion old and wearisome
There!! You see he comes stealing minutes and hours
My thief of days

My Pain

Solita _2007

By Fire born and Water blessed
this soul is released
Earth unbind and Spirit Guide
this soul homeward soars
Summerland calls and Lady beckons
Joyous and Bright The Circle Turns
in Honour and Celebration
Sister's journeys ends and begins once more
May the next turn bring Love and Abundance and Joy
Cedar and Laurel Amber and Jet
Sage and Feather and Stone

With Song and Dance we Celebrate and Mourn

The Circle is turning now slower and solemn
with memory and grief
Willow and Benzoin and Jade
Lady keep our Sister dear
Be at Peace

SOLITAIRE-2007

But I'm Not Bitter
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a dark and dreary day ( I know its Tripe but today it is true )

rain makes me sour and truly an old crone
My skin is too tight and my bones are not nimble but stiff and useless
Stairs are insurmountable and the phone seems too far away for the effort
I no longer try to be pleasant and am left alone
but for my furry mob who can care less my bad mood
my desk chair is surrounded now with hot water bottles
electrical pads and nuke em packs and of course pill bottles
the detritus of pain

It is now a companion old and well known to me
I am told ever "Its age my Dear, Just live with it
I am told "It's all in your mind there's no pain at all"
I am told :Push through it and endure don't acknowledge it ignore it"

When will it leave ? at death ? What a thought to have to drag it with me at the end.

I curse his name
His Family
His Heritage
His Intellect
His Temper

His one action one blow in fury his one tantrum ...

And the sentence is life ...for me

I wonder ..If I saw him could I strike back?

I know there is no forgiveness no saint like pity or absolution

Every time I hit the ground in a seizure he has hit me again
Everyday I cannot climb the stairs in my own home He has thrown me once again through the window and I fall the 6 floors again

Stop holding on to it you'll never get any better ... And I try ..I really do ...

Then the seizures come or I cannot do a simple household task

or I must once more tell a friend I cannot meet them for tea (a selfish luxury)

You know I bet he has not thought of me in years ..but his actions govern what I can do every day of my Life

But I am not Bitter

Solita -2006

A STUDENTS GIFT

Teaching as I do those younger then I
I am oft asked strange and wondrous questions
Some make me think ..re examine my ideas and thoughts
Some make me smile .. as I remember when I asked the same question, the same way

And some ... Confuse me

This is one of those

It was the end of class and most had gone , a few stragglers were chatting and I had stopped listening
"excuse me please" a so soft voice asked and I looked up into dark serious eyes chestnut hair framed the face of my most quiet student.

Sitting back I put down my pen and gave her my attention..This would be the first time we would speak in the 5 months since she began

"Can I help you with something?" I asked?

She looked down at the books she carried and said almost too softly to hear.

"How often may I use magic?Is it best just for Ritual and Ceremony?"

As I looked up into her face I realized that what I said now, here in this room would send her toward my Lady ...

or send her searching further.

Knowing this I chose my words carefully

"Ritual and Spells , Sabots and Circles all are places we call Power and Worship..But let me tell you how I use magic and perhaps it will help you see"

"Shall we begin at the beginning?" and smiling offered her a seat,

"This morning as I got up and lit a candle in the East window along with a small amount of morning incense , to salute the Dawn and The Lady

When I set the tea *** I stir in a chant of health and safety with the teabags and with each small dish placed before 7 prancing, sleek and furry babies comes a soft touch on each forehead and a Blessing to bring them home safely after their wanders,

My plants as I water them I touch the leaves and infuse through my touch the essence of life the phone rings and as I listen to a Brother or Sister
They know I hold focus rune stones and that I send them calm and caring thoughts to carry them through their hectic day.

Spells for safety and chants for health charms and symbols and song...

There is no hour no moment that I am not Witch
each step and breath is magic and through my practice
I pull that which is Power and Energy

To "save" magic , for Rituals and Sabots as though we might somehow ...run out ...to me it is if someone came and
said "Breath only for Ceremony and Rites"

It is beyond my reason to be a sometimes Witch ..

From my last thought at night to the first light of day

I am Witch ...

cooking , cleaning, shopping, crying ...

I am Witch

Magik is in the air I breathe and each action I take , granted after all these years most are second nature to me now.

But there was a time...not so long ago ...When as a serious ..very young ...Novice believed that magic was so special that it should only be used with great ceremony..

But now after all this time and with my Lady's gentle guidance I know every breath and heartbeat is a magical thing ..

a celebration ...a joyous affirmation.

So now through the eyes of time I have offered her my Way and I see the light in her eyes and I knew I had explained what I felt..and she had understood.

Magic..
Don't save it
Spend it
Shower your world ,
Enfold your life,
Wrap yourself in the Energy of the Universe...
And the Magic will Enfold, Protect , Nurture and Love you
and your Path will never be far from you.

Then, with only a smile and a nod she left, but Student and Mentor connected and I was able to pass my passion
forward and Lady willing one day she too will pass forward the Rapture

One student ...One small question..Thank you my Lady for sending me this sweet reminder of the Passion and Joy that is my life in your keeping

Solitaire Shadoewalker -2007@Copywrite

Looking out my window I see signs of spring
the small green blades that signal winters end
I should be rejoicing but I sit here in sullen silence
The birdsong is clear and joyous in the the yet cold air
and the last of the ash coloured snow melts its way down through the grate
but once more I sit here wrapped in self pity
My small companions tumble and spin at my feet they are great stalkers
and most wondrous tumblers
But here I sit cataloging my fears, my pains and trespasses
Suddenly there is a soft light that enfolds
I close my eyes for I know my Lady has come
Her soft voice asks "why do you forge such a burden child?"
"I forge Lady? looking up to Her " I don't understand. These hurts have been done to me they are not my transgressions not a burden to forge to carry, "

She smiled and gathered all my hurts into her lap and slowly one by one she drops them "
"These are indeed hurts against you and you keep them well polished with constant care and attention,
why hold them close they have done their work why hold them any longer?"
and She dropped them one by one and as She dropped them they shimmered and vanished.
"These things only have power from you, if you do not allow them they cannot hurt you".
"Do not give your life to those things that are in their essence harmful.
Little Sister this is a burden YOU make by your choice
" I bid you begin another chain one of joy and contentment of generosity of time and of sharing. you will find your burden much lighter and will find there will be many more that would share your burden .
And just as suddenly as She came the light faded though I was warm still

My choice .. of course it was I had known it all along So I rise from my small chair at my window and choose...I choose to be apart of my life
I choose to share what knowledge I can with those that would seek
I will acknowledge my gifts and
I will not cherish those troubles that this turn of the wheel are mine.
I choose to participate
I choose to acknowledge
I choose to celebrate
I chose ... to Live

My Lady I thank You
With no berating... no sin or damnation once more I am on my Path
I am so blessed in Her light

Solita -2007

FIRST ONES


She sits by the fire and stirs her ***
the day has been a long one and tonight's new moon means no sleep tonight
for there are times right for harvest and can be done no other time
The folks of the village depend on her art for to bring new life
and easing the pain of the living as well as honouring the dead
There is no Rede or three by three here
no shiny wands or talismans
she is elder here and thus respected perhaps feared
but she lives her life alone
She was the beginning
a first footer here
seeking only to serve
little profit is found outside of the town
What would she thinks of our books and our Rede
She who never learned to read
Was She more or less then I?
Did She seek to lead?
Would she smile at our toys our trinkets and beads
or shake her head and turn to leave

I wonder what the First Ones would see looking now at me and thee

Solita - 2007

What is the worst thing about the pain?" She asked me, none had asked me before

So I sat and thought and watched those around me..and what I found out surprised me

So I counted the broken promises and canceled dates
the half done dinners and shortened holidays

The eyes of my friends and family have gone from concern to disappointment to boredom and at last to the shifting that denotes no pleasure in my company.
the visits and phone calls have slowly dried up till there
are none

What is the worst part of dealing with chronic pain?

Its the isolation and the looks that say "well, She looks fine"

Oh My Sweet Lady !!

I wish that pain was bright pink
I wish it glowed and sparkled

and...I could hand it off to someone else to deal with for awhile.. How long would you carry this burden my dear friend?
Would you like to carry my "invisible" disability?

It is me that turns invisible unseen and unheard

Will you take the endless burning pain even temporarily?

Will you take the 12 hour days granted to me and not the

24 that Sol promises?

Will you take the broken dates and spoiled dinners?

Will you watch their faces go from loving concern to polite excuses to loveless and dutiful?

for an hour a day .. a moment..?

Never mind,

What is the worst part of living with pain?

The worse part is of course ;)

.. I cannot dance till dawn my friend

... this is the worst part.,

The Power Enfolds

Its dark now and the silver light of Luna coats everything with a gilt edge
the air is cool , not yet summer warm and it softly bites my skin,
Still shy after all this time aware of the marks of time

not vanity really ... but the awareness of being a Crone now

Slowly/quickly the shush as silken robes fall to the ground with shy smiles
and giggles of proud young Sisters skyclad for the first time

Softly The Lady's Maiden calls us to the Circle

Brushed/Caste and Invited all the same as decades gone past

Hands clasped laughter replaced with solemn purpose
The drum beats to keep time the heartbeat, , , the Mothers heart

Candles shimmer drums throbs a warm breath .... She is here now ...with us

The Lady's Maiden smiles and our steps now fly
Smiles and hands now entwined ... The Power Enfolds

Voices now calling chants old and ancient beyond time
Luna's silver light enfolds, encloses and energizes

Now we dance on the drumbeats
Blue smoke sends our chants spinning high

Firelight flickers blue and orange higher now snapping crackling
Sheer white light the sheen covers the dancers
as though we were all gilded in The Lady's light

Tresses swinging braided , twisted , oiled and unbound crowns
Halos of colour and curls ... clouds of shimmering tresses
Our only cloaks floating now swinging in time

And the drum slows
and the fire dies
and at once all the dancers feel the cool night air

Soft voiced the Lady's Maiden gives our thanks and dismisses the corners
and the Circle is severed and time again begins

Quietly robes are once more worn and voices rise "Do you need a ride?"

And everyday life has resumes though the air is redolent with power

Sisters glowing with power called down, soft and gentle smiles
show that The Lady's soft touch...has blessed us all

The Maiden greets and blesses each Sister
a few quiet words and the soft touching of hands
fingers softly entwin and eyes dark with Power and Secrets

This has been a Ritual a Calling a Rejoicing Reaffirmation
And we are once more connected Sisters, Elders, Teacher, Mentors

Woman all .. Sisters all.. in The Lady's Light we are once more one

Solita Shadoewalker - 2007@Copywrite

When did my world become so small?

Mine..

Who used to dance all night and chant to the dawn
When did it become day to day and dose to dose?
And why haven't I fought kicking and screaming at the unfairness

When did the day lose its colour and music all sound so distant?
It was not a sudden blitz attack but a cunning silent shadow
and before I knew it the Pain was master here
Where once there was Me with pain Now there is Pain with me

Pain now rules all I do

In sleep I cry and twitch and mewl
So attractive my dear
I don't remember that he asked to stay
He has just waltzed in and stolen what was mine

My days have lost their Beauty and I so dread the night
No comfort there no respite no calm
He controls my temper and the Joy in life
My family long have given up
How long can anyone really listen after all?
So now He is visitor no longer

He rides my shoulders and his spurs rend my back
He shows no mercy and now there is no place of rest
I am sure I would have fought Him off
if He had only not been a coward ,
to sneak up on me like that

Solita-2007

Shall I Dance for you?

Darkness has fallen and the heat of the day ebbs
Shall I sing for you?
The sun sleeps and the moon rises in the sky
shall I steppe the Circle for you.
The days toil is over and the fire is lit
the Circle caste and the drums deep thrum sounds
Shall I dance for you?
Sweet incense heavy in the cool night air
bells and voices raised in Joyful greetings
Mother let me Dance for you
Slowly stepping right then left
solemn and slow with dignity
Faster now with light steps and free hearts
At last we are flying
hands clasped and robes a flutter
our voices ringing
Mother we dance the dance in your Name
We Send your praises soaring into the star studded sky
This is our way from time unknown
Mother Daughter Teacher Guide
We celebrate the night and the Circle
and You.

Solie - 2006

Prayer To the Goddess


I open the door well before
the dawn's pale light

and feel You caress my face

reminding me that You are still here ..
that in the night You have missed nothing
and that even while I slept
I am in your care

In April your touch will be warmer
more gentle
but no less insistent
nor less enlightening..
For when I forget You remind me ..
that there is no step I can take
that I take alone , without You
no action through which You do not move
no air that You do not feel me breathing
no moment so short that I do not share it with You
no music through which Your heartbeat does not comfort me

Goddess of the winter moon
be patient with me
I am slow to awaken in this January cold
but I will find You in the bitter wind
as I found You in the sunshine of summer
and though I may need
reminding now and then
I know, and will always know
that You are near and I am your child

Solitaire Archer-2005

MAY THE LADY HOLD YOU GENTLY AND BRING TO YOU SOLACE

I was so busy , so involved
polishing and shining all my troubles trespasses and faults
polishing them with my thoughts pulling them through my mind
shining them with endless repetition till it is rote
coddling them to my heart
Woe is me.. an ancient call of victims everywhere

And She laughed a glorious silver cascade that began in a soft chuckle and the scent of lilies

And I was offended

Who had dared to make fun of me?
Who would belittle my close held misery?
What could they know of my pain?

And She laughed ..

softly I felt the warm embrace that is my Lady
Child ..What is this?
Tell me why you collect these woes What pleasure can it bring?
But Lady..if I don't keep them polished and true how will anyone know?

And She laughed,
Exactly, My child
and She threw my carefully polished stones into the air and the scent of Lilly's rained down.

And She laughed...and I laughed

Solitaire - 2007@copywrite

If I Need You.

"Call me if you need me ***." It was the sign off of an old friend
When I need you? When I can't sleep and the house screams it's silence?
When I need you? When my food tastes like ashes and is not worthwhile making?
When I need you? When a snapshot snatches my breathe away and I can no longer breathe?
When I need you? When I cannot stop crying long enough to get out of the shower?
When I need you? When the days run one into the other with no meaning?
When I need you? When the day is dark no matter the time and the world stops turning?
But I am the strong one , confidante and funny .I am the fixer and mother .. teacher
When I need you? Every day Every Hour Every moment....When I need you?
I am past asking now, I can wear the mask easily now, No one realizes ...
Don't worries I'll call I answered as I hung up the phone and watched my hand tremble
When I need you? Oh Lady I need you my friend and I am sorry I cannot let you know
When I need you
Solita Arcanes

I was so busy , so involved
polishing and shining all my troubles trespasses and faults
polishing them with my thoughts pulling them through my mind
shining them with endless repetition till it is rote
coddling them to my heart
Woe is me.. an ancient call of victims everywhere

And She laughed a glorious silver cascade that began in a soft chuckle and the scent of lilies

And I was offended

Who had dared to make fun of me?
Who would belittle my close held misery?
What could they know of my pain?

And She laughed ..

softly I felt the warm embrace that is my Lady
Child ..What is this?
Tell me why you collect these woes What pleasure can it bring?
But Lady..if I don't keep them polished and true how will anyone know?

And She laughed,
Exactly, My child
and She threw my carefully polished stones into the air and the scent of Lilly's rained down.

And She laughed...and I laughed

Solitaire - 2007@copywrite

Between indigo twilight and dawns rose gold
There is an hour
of shadowed soul
I am chasing sleep with tomorrows toil
so finite is time on this mortal coil
oaths and vows, promises unkept
leave me searching now for my latest misstep
So much needs doing how can I dream
fretting now for tasks yet unseen
should have could have might have beens
my place of rest uneasy seems
Between lightnings crack and thunders roll
There is an hour
of shadowed soul
half recalled tasks things yet undone
laying here far from the rising sun
careening thoughts chase sleep far apace
spinning like the dancer captive in a music case
Between fading moon and rising Sol
there is an hour
of shadowed soul

Solitaire-2007

Scream

I scream at the night that offers no sleep

I scream at my arms, hands
that wont allow me to brush my hair or carry my pets

I scream at the bed
the source of safety and rest as it becomes a cage

I scream at these pills and tonics and patches useless USELESS

I scream at friends and loved ones
because they tire of me and recede

and I scream and scream and scream with no sound at all

Solitaire 09/09/09

Ever so slowly the light changes and the day begins

A quiet nudge at my knee and a soft call from the bottom of the staircase
sleep clumsy I slip slop down to the morning cold kitchen and waiting souls

Snap, radio on and kettle filled, impatient calls and ankle swarming
Hurry Hurry time for me!!

Morning incense lit in the eastern window and the can opener whirling cans round in a demons dance

one two three four all the way to seven

seven twitching tails, pacing pacing swift furred paws dancing a morning dance.

well behaved waiting turns sudden silence concentration on the morning meal
then all is done ...
with flashing eyes and laser quick dashes it is time for rolling games and sudden pounces shadow fights and sudden leaps.

Time for belly rubs and scratching ears ..and suddenly its quiet.. Small still piles of velvet fur so soft and still

The morning begins in love and light ... as blessed I am to share this turn with seven gentle souls

They have taught me to be calm to wait there is no need to rush all things in their time

love unconditional and ever forgiving

Small lives small bodies soft head butts and total trust ever the same and ever new

Eyes older then time and then kitten quick...they pounce on bed mice as the once more they bring a smile to a stoic face.



Solita -2006

In Secret in Darkness

Hushed tones and coded messages

Is the light denied me? Am I not allowed to dance among the lily's?

I so love my Mothers Lunar light but the kiss of Sol on my face is life

My Lady never hushed my voice nor told me to limit my Sisters and Brothers

The Lady has not kept me from the warmth of Sol

She has not hushed my voice She has not denied me the light

When did this life I love begin to need secrets and darkness?

I don't believe this Path is only visible in the darkness

I believe in the celebration of My Lady

I feel Her in the summer warmth and the in the glory of my garden

in the colour explosion that is fall and springs promise

and the clean cold fire of winter

I will shout it !! I will dance it !! I will sing it

To Her glory I will celebrate this Path

I glory in the soft gift of twilight and the safety of the night

I need no secrets for my Lady She hears m y softest voice and loudest call

No I will not hide nor whisper in the dark I will not hide my face

I am Witch and I am My Lady's Handmaiden and I will hide no more

Solitaire @ 2009

Hearts to hold

In a cabin old on a cold dark night an elder sits by a candle light
on the tabletop a parchment lay and an old mind casts back ... to a long ago day


Two are seated side by side on a winters night near a bright fireside
speaking low through the night they bide



They spoke of things of large of small
spoke of things, of no import at all
one began withs querys soft and low
answer me my friend yes or no


If your heart doth break would you come to me?
If mine were in want .. could you let them be?
If thirst you felt would you drink from my well?
If gold was the need would your goods you'd sell?


From the fireside came this return
as the two in the night watched the firewood burn


Most beloved this I say to thee
listen well.. to my words take heed


If all I had was food for one
share I would with your daughter and son
And if I found myself without hope I know that you would share with me your cloak
I know if fire I had none...to your hearth I would willingly come


You and I know this is true as rain
through good or ill true friends we remain
What is mine is yours till the end of time
Heed what I say and with these words bind


Hearts first one now forever are two
love gladly accepted ... given not due

So on a winters night so dark and cold under candlelight sits a friend grown old
an elder now no hand to hold and the quill still shakes her tale all told


Now she smiles at last and is no longer cold
hurrying now a Sisters hand to hold and so ends my tale of friendship true
a story known by very few

a tale of a night so long long ago

of kith and kin ... and hearts to hold

Solace Arcanna 2012

Shall I show how to catch tomorrow's shadow?
Or wait perhaps a candle spell

Come let me ask you ..What do you would know?

Shall we light sweet incense and send our voices high?
Do you want a dream read or a potion made

perhaps a brand new page for your book
or know the properties of jade?

Tell me Sister What is your need?

What do you seek? How may I please?

You came to see me? To sit a spell and chat?
to spend the afternoon with me and my calico cat?

Forgive me my Sister I had forgotten your heart

Sit here by the fire and again we will start

I have forgotten the way to cherish my friends I thank you My Sister I will begin again

Solita @2007

FIRST ONES


She sits by the fire and stirs her ***
the day has been a long one and tonight's new moon means no sleep tonight
for there are times right for harvest and can be done no other time
The folks of the village depend on her art for to bring new life
and easing the pain of the living as well as honouring the dead
There is no Rede or three by three here
no shiny wands or talismans
she is elder here and thus respected perhaps feared
but she lives her life alone
She was the beginning
a first footer here
seeking only to serve
little profit is found outside of the town
What would she thinks of our books and our Rede
She who never learned to read
Was She more or less then I?
Did She seek to lead?
Would she smile at our toys our trinkets and beads
or shake her head and turn to leave

I wonder what the First Ones would see looking now at me and thee

Solita - 2007

Small Circle

Luna awakes and I watch Her slow rising
carefully bathed and anointed and robed
the house is still
Incense hangs thick in the still air for sanctity and peace

My staff extends
protection invitation proclamation

Care full movement so slow that no breath flickers the candles

quietly the sounds of drums and flute a heartbeat a blood beat

Whispered calls Invitation Entreaty Prayer

Languid heat no blazing fire no joyful companions

This small Circle is mine alone

Mine and Hers

My first steps are done I await Her presence Her pleasure

My heart meets the drumbeat and in that moment the Circle is no longer empty

She has come

I am enfolded enriched reminded renewed

This has been my way for decades now though I am welcome in other Circles

This is my peace my safe haven my joy my treasure

Solita-2007

Becoming a Witch

I heard all the grumbles so I sat for a bit , the group getting ready for a quiz Let it rip
"I don't know if its worth all this study and trouble ... I mean really who cares if I use a candle on my altar thingie for the west to signify water?
I mean Lets get to where we get to DO stuff and wear all that cool Jewish jewelry"

"Yes ! and I want at least 13 cats cause that's my lucky number but I wont have time to clean up after them good thing they are independent"

"I want to get to the spells I hate my hair and I want to be taller and I really need to make Sarah sorry she took Jim
Look at this little table its full of neat stuff a Old Book and a funny curved knife and another one that's straight too "
This incense smells great and I bet that it's ***, did you do the assignment? No way did you?"

"Well its just meditation so she wont be able to tell whether I focused or not why should I bother ...I have all the books and can download online"

"I don't need a teacher at all anyway I can figure this out looks easy enough to me why should I practice when I can sit here and Google most anything I need to hear?"
"Ya you know that you right I'm not going to stay, will the rest of you come we have better things to do today?"

Sudden silence I heard as they left with a bluster why indeed must they know Wand from a Censor why should they trouble about flowers and herbs with Google right here its all but absurd
When I think of the time i spent learning this craft between dish's an husband an 2 full time jobs
yet the days that were allotted made my heart light as slowly the mystery's came in to light

Why do I bother to Teach in this time ...I'm slower then Google and memory betrays and fast is not anything now I can claim
So my classes get smaller seems like each year there must be an Insta-Witch lurking out there
So I take my old books and bones and memory and tuck us in bed Tomorrow we will see what "The Google" has said

Solita@2005

I am in a dark silent place without scent or colour

I am beyond reach and fear

Perhaps beyond hope and love

It is a difficult place to reach and there are no rewards ... no guarantee 's

Will you reach for me? Will you extend your hand when there is no hope of gratitude or acknowledgment?

Will you shrug and say "Ive done my best" and wander on?

Will you pass me by because I am unable to call to you?

Once you called me friend , Sister, teacher ... Do these have meaning to you still?

I find myself here in a darkling place it is a quiet place it is a safe but deadly place ..will you leave me here in this soft warm trap?

Or ... will you chance my wrath and pull me kicking and screaming into the light and the world of the living and life

will you endure my screams and futile battles?

And at last ...bring me home to you?

Shall I wait for you ..or sleep My Friend, Sister.Teacher, Shall I wait?

Solita 2006

Smoke Incense sweet Drums and Fire The soft mummer of laughter

The Circle has been swept and cast the Sisters draw near it's time at last
The drumbeat is Her magnified heart that which turns the world
Slowly stepping hands entwined voices raising faces to the silver light

Following the age old steps sing once more our songs of old Rejoice Revel Renew

Spinning under an ancient sky chanting Names now forgotten wrapped in blue gray smoke and The arms of The Lady

Oak and Elder Quartz and Myrrh Sword and Staff and Wand old and older tools and treasures from time so long ago
Music faster now Drum filled ears , flying feet and laughing eye's I see in my Sisters Beauty and Joy and Pride Strength undenied

In your Name we dance In your Name we sing This our tribute our gift our offering May it be pleasing My Lady

In your Light we are safe.


Solita -2006

Tonight I saw a Falling Star
So I made a wish to dream on
I wish you time to try and to fail and try again
I wish you an uncluttered mind and curious soul
I wish for you a steady friend to hold in your heart till time dost end
I wish for you a stunning sunrise at beginning of every day
I wish for you a place of comfort and solace when your in need
I wish also for trials and tests for in completing these you will
gain both strength and wisdom
I wish you laughter ... great big chortles... giggles and shy sweet smiles
I wish you empathy and its sturdy twin tolerance.
and at days end may you sleep deep, dream sweet and safe under Our Lady's silver light
All these things I have wished for you
none can you hold in your hand...
or cash at the bank or even exchange it for something more grand
Because this wish is my wish
wished on a falling star


I make this wish with all my heart

I make this wish with all my spirit

I make this wish for you

All the ones that touch my spirit
met and yet to be

I will never force nor bind anyone with this wish

it is a gift and as with any gift

..you must accept it or deny it

In my Lady's name ...
MAY IT HARM NONE
These are my WORDS
This is my WAY

Solita Shadoewalker -2007

I am a Woman

I am a woman turning to stone
each day each night while I sleep
My muscles tighten harden and quit
slowly
My friends leave

I am a woman turning to stone
my reach shrinks and strength fails
my temper dwindles and emotions pale
and now my family too stops listening

I am a woman made of sand
slowly daily hourly
I am being eroded
By the pain that is now my constant companion
drop by drop cup by cup it rains down on this
She of sand

small aches and pains cramps and the dull burning throb
That never really leaves
gallon by gallon deluge by uncounted deluge
the mind numbing pain that leaves you wanting only the cool dark end
the pain that sits you down hard!!!

and steals your breath away

I am a woman hardly there at all ... anymore



Solita @2007

I have called you in my dreams in my pain
I have called and gone unanswered
I have waited and waited
I have listened in joy to your song
and watched in Rapture as you danced till dawn
using the blue/grey smoke as stepping stones to the gilt rimmed moon
Swinging tresses yellow and green ribbons entwined in the scent of DragonsBlood
Listened to your voice as you called in Power
And watched afar as the nights Power came to
rest on your shoulders and soften the colour of your eyes
Unreachable Untouchable Unknown
Warm nights and soft rain
Smoke and Fire and Song
Freedoms Dance and Lady's Call
But I have called you in my sleep in my pain

Did you know?

WARRIORESS

I see you stand there so tall and strong
bravely facing what will come
You have no fear of battle
and will hold our banner sweeping
Its not the surge of men and arms that will make you turn aside
It is times like this
On moon bright nights when all are sound and sleeping
The whyspered thoughts
and empty arms and a hearth fire your not keeping

We have made our choices you and I
and other hands will rock the cradles

We will be the Guardians of our Way now as long as we are able.

The trumpets blows and the camp awakes it is time again for strength
Now you rouse them all with your sirens call
and battle songs and chants

We are the Guardians of our Way and the time has come to let our

steel dance.

Solita - 2006-@-Copywrite

Between indigo twilight and dawns rose gold
There is an hour
of shadowed soul
I am chasing sleep with tomorrows toil
so finite is time on this mortal coil
oaths and vows, promises unkept
leave me searching now for my latest misstep
So much needs doing how can I dream
fretting now for tasks yet unseen
should have could have might have beens
my place of rest uneasy seems
Between lightnings crack and thunders roll
There is an hour
of shadowed soul
half recalled tasks things yet undone
laying here far from the rising sun
careening thoughts chase sleep far apace
spinning like the dancer captive in a music case
Between fading moon and rising Sol
there is an hour
of shadowed soul

Solitaire-2007

the questioner

why does he question he never listens never believes
I am so tired now and there is no hope left
Why am I so important He has come such a long long way
The same questions day after day hour after hour
they never vary the tone does though
righteous anger and wheedling sweetness
wrapped in the cloak of God
He points out the cell window to the ******* piled high
and the dancing flames below
He believes he threatens death , to me a sweet release
No mercy here no understanding only pious mouthings
Ah I am tired leave me be
you can take nothing more from me
This cycle is done and the race is over
but not the final judge is He
Softly sweet light enfolds and for a time the pain subsides.
Yes indeed its time I am called to home
stepping out of that bound gray rag I feel for her that She I was
But no more the chains for me My Lady has come to take me home
and set my spirit free

Solita -2007

My Sorrow

It is my fault..of course it is
Something I did ... or did not do
Something said..perhaps without thought
or something unsaid..My fault entirely

What did I miss
What should I have said
I have searched my mind and my heart too
But you left for some reason you needed to go
my fault of course it is ...entirely

Failure ..Guilt...Regret ...Sorrow
An ending never wanted
My fault ... My fault
My Sorrow
Entirerly