Winter Solstice, Yule and The Blue Moon

Winter in the forest can be a lonely time for those who make their homes under the evergreens. It is best to indulge yourself with inside activities as the north wind blows with frigid breath. In a few days it will be The Winter Solstice and a Blue Moon as this years gift from the Goddess.

The fireplace has to be tended as to keep the old wood house comfortable. Putting sage bundles upon the Yule fire gives the room a sweetgrass scent and also ignites the sixth sense. Sitting back in the big willow rocking chair I saw a vision behind my eyelids. Millions of intricate snowflakes falling on an all white world. I began to see the image of a white horse with a Lady dressed in Cerulean Blue riding upon it's back. Her head was crowned with an ice tiara, glittering fairies were flickering about as she moved closer to where I was standing in the forest of snow flocked trees.

This Ice Goddess was not aware of me, I am just a spirit in this other dimension. A traveler on a wave of light. I am a watcher not a participant.

I can see her hand holds a staff of crystal ice, clear as glass.

Standing on her shoulder is a white owl with large green eyes. This companion is a guide through many worlds. Seeking the path and navigating the course. I am in AWE of such beauty.

There is a sound of winds, a chorus of voices rush past my head, the chant of the Northern Native Spirit grows from a hum to a drum beat. I am lifted up spiritually by this Shaman of The Underworld. Children are singing a familiar song. A White Stag bounds from the bushes and leaps over my head. Then there is a small white rabbit pausing at my side, unafraid as the Blue Jay craws to let me know that it recognizes my presence. I am filled with Peace. My heart runnith over with Joy. I am emotionally charged as I receive this gift.

In an instant I am plunged onto the Earth once again, feeling heavy under my own body weight and gravity. I am once again an Earth Bound Misfit. Opening my eyes, for just a split second glimpse of a red and green Gnome disappearing up the chimney as if it were smoke. When I arose from my chair, I found a Green Apple and some Red Cherries om the center of my wreath of Fir branches. Such a delight to behold when out of their season. I am Thankful, I am Blessed. Merry Yule and Happy Winter Solstice.

The Snow Angel

Winters' ice cold edge comes upon the earth, chilling the air with a fine crystaline mist.




The stars sparkle with brilliant light, shinning in a deep blue infinite background.



The moons' aura encircles the fullness of the season, lighting a stairway to heaven.



I see a pale blue neon glow in descension as my eyes believe not.



It is the Snow Angel, come to bless the earth and all the Children of The Light.



With pure white hair and aquamarine eyes of kindness and strength, The Snow Angel sings a glorious tune.



Mother God cares for your soul and wishes you peace and love on this winter eve.



As snowflakes are your special gift, each one individually created, so is each child born in this universe.



May the Goddess bless and keep you always.

The Land of Ahz

In the land of Ahz things are done in a different way.

people stay up all night, and sleep all day.

They don't eat food,they eat chips and things.

They don't walk around, they get about with wings.

The cats are on the beds, with pudding pops in cups.

The children on the carpets, playing pick'em ups.

Rats are pets, Monkeys too,

In the house you have a zoo.



In the land of Ahz, you sing outloud,

you wear bright clothes, stand out in a crowd.

Hats are for holding, you walk a bike,

you carry your coat, you do what you like.

Birds walk around and eat french fries,

people talk to themselves, and tell themselves lies.



We invite you to visit, all of the time.

When you arrive, we all speak in rhyme.

we tell you to go here, and tell you to go there.

when you get back, you've been nowhere.

When night time comes, were all up and hungry,

we're all over the house, doing the laundry.

We fuss and we fight, we talk about things.

The dog starts to bark, and the phone rings.



When everything is done, and morning is here,

we all get so drowsy, it's bedtime I fear.

As soon as the sun rises up for the day,

one by one the Munchkins go away.

Just about noon, when the mailman comes by,

you won't hear a sound,they won't bat an eye.

They've got to rest up, for the night time event,

This is how my time in Ahz went.