"To every woman her own truth and the Goddess within"*
The theme of Midwinter has been the bitter cold. On a good note, a sense of community and camaraderie has returned, with strangers cheerily greeting others in the street with 'it's a bit warmer today' when the daytime temperatures soared from a baltic -11 degrees celsius to a positively balmy -6. They say it was even above freezing today - not that I have been outside my door to confirm or deny it. What a Christmas blessing indeed! But there is a heavy snow warning for tomorrow . . .
Midwinter and the full moon brought bustling industry - shopping with various degrees of success, concerts - Arcade Fire and Belle and Sebastian, various lunches with family, friends and colleagues and mad house tidying.
It has been a generous spirited season, which I hope will continue well into the New Year and beyond.
My beautiful Christmas wreath, a gift from my beloved mother, hangs proudly on my front door, adorned with glistening red apples amidst the green foliage, telling me it is time to join Morgaine in her journey to the Isle of Avalon and the path of the Goddess.
The isle of apples awaits . . .
Monday 27 December 2010
Friday 10 December 2010
The Glastonbury Holy Thorn
It is not midwinter yet the landscape has been covered in snow for almost two weeks now - with no end in sight.
I had no intention of writing until midwinter - out of respect to Igraine - so I could then turn my attention more fully to Morgaine.
However, in response to reports of a wilful act of destruction, I felt compelled to do.
The Holy Thorn Tree of Glastonbury on Wearyall Hill has been cut down in the middle of the night, branches strewn beside the remaining stump.
According to legend and echoed in the Mists of Avalon, Jesus' uncle, Joseph of Arimathea, was welcomed to Glastonbury by the Druids and Christian priests alike. He then took Jesus' staff and planted it on Wearyall Hill, where it took root and sprouted, blossoming at Christmas and Easter.
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