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

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

I Thought You Should Know.

The Lilly's opened today
and I thought you should know

I sat and watched the rain wash over the roses you planted
and I thought you should know

Your favorite movie played this weekend and I watched it... alone
and I thought you should know

The world turns still, Growing and dying blooming and fading

Its odd and I thought you should know

You would think the earth would crack open
or
the skies would explode in rage
or
the seas should all boil away

And I thought you should know ..

The Lilly's bloomed today and your not here.

Solita-2007

I Thought You Should Know.

The Lilly's opened today
and I thought you should know

I sat and watched the rain wash over the roses you planted
and I thought you should know

Your favorite movie played this weekend and I watched it alone
and I thought you should know

The world turns still, Growing and dying blooming and fading

Its odd and I thought you should know

You would think the earth would crack open
or
the skies would explode in anger,
or
the seas should all boil away

And I thought you should know ..

The Lilly's bloomed today and your not here.

Solita-2007

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!!~•❤•~

. i wonder if I reached over and touched your soul ...

would I freeze or burn ...

would you feel my fingers softly touching the pages of your memory of us

...would I leave a trace

... would you know I had been there at all ?

Would you feel my breath warm your beating heart ...

would you know that I died when I had to let you go...

and would it even matter... at all ?

Just another "Good Bye"

by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

I am not sure when it all changed from fumbling kisses to polite distance

When there had been fewer tears and more smiles

what if I had been a better hider, a better liar

perhaps you would have stayed ... perhaps

if there had been more joy and less pain

what if I had been a better actor and what if you had cared enough to notice at all

What changed hungry passion to duty and chore

Cold morning meetings with a chill that had nothing to do with temperature

Silent nights .. volumes left unsaid ...silent screams echo ... endlessly

perhaps I should have left ... perhaps

Wasted words and days and nights

such precious time spent in living an unlivable life

how did that which once felt as warm as a hearth fire end up like we were drowning in a tub of grey melting snow

How did "I Love You", turn into "Goodbye"

LET ME DO IT !
February 22, 2015 at 9:39pm

LET ME DO IT !!



It is almost the first sentence we speak

I can DO it ! Let Me Do IT!

and it continues all of our lives

let me dress myself !! I can feed MYSELF! Let Me Do IT!!

I can walk by myself Let me go to school BY MY SELF LET ME DO IT!

Choose a school, choose a job, choose a mate LET ME DO IT!!

Can I make you some tea? Can I pick you something up at the store?

Can I brush your hair can I help you with that ...

even as we age and perhaps not quite so many chances to help are seen

but we live in a community ...a social group

If I offer some small kindness... LET ME DO IT!

Let me continue to take part

and as the light fades and the room cools and it is time for me to go...one last time

LET ME DO IT !!

Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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