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Author Archives: The Delightful Mrs P
All Good Things Must come to an End.
When we moved to the Under Gardener’s Lodge , we thought it would be our forever home, well as forever as things can be. But life changes and moves on and so must we. ************************************* The time has come to … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Life, Lodge, Love, magic, Update
Tagged 'Our Back Garden', All Good Things Must Come to and End, Blog, Goodbye, Life, New Beginnings, Sunset, The Undergardener's Lodge, Writing
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Shea
It is with great sadness, and tears streaming down my face, that I have to tell you that we had to let our darling girl, Shea, go home to the Summerlands on Thursday 25th May 2017. It’s taken some time … Continue reading
The Bluebell *
The Bluebell* A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or less of power. There is a silent eloquence In every wild bluebell That fills my softened heart with … Continue reading
‘Where ever the river may take me.. where ever the river may take us; Where ever it wants us to go. . . ‘*
I have just been looking back on some of my writing in particular my piece on Mother Dunn – more usually known as the River Don – ….when this piece of music came on my playlist – Pulp – The … Continue reading
Posted in History, Lodge, Out & About, Pagan, Writing
Tagged Pulp, Pulp The Wickerman, River Don, Sheffield, The Wickerman, Where ever the river may take me
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Birch
A wonderful short film…..
Posted in Film, magic, Short Films, Video, Witchery
Tagged Birch, Crypt TV, Short Film
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Imbolc – The Feast of Brigid*
The Feast of Brigid The red-haired girl draws milk in a pail from the earth. The earth is a spotted cow with teats that are geysers and anthills and rotten logs. The red-haired girl strokes and strokes the dark soil. … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Love, Pagan, Poetry, Seasons
Tagged 1st February, Brigid, called life, Hope, Imbolc, Jill Hammer, Red Hair Girl, Snowdrpos, St Brigid, The Feast of Brigid, White Cow
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Candlemass 2nd February
Bede records in his Reckoning of Time (A.D. 725) the use of candles at the Feast of Purification was common in his day. (Latin Text) [O]n the feast of St Mary, the whole populace with the priests and ministers goes … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Heiros Gamos, Life, Literature, Love, magic, Pagan, Poetry, Religion, Seasons
Tagged “Blessed Thunder Candle”, Candlemass, Feast of Purification, John Keble, Leviticus 12 KJV., Luke 2, Matka Boska Gromniczna, mikveh, Our Lady of Candlemas, Salve Regina, The Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary
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The Queen of Hearts – a Novella in three parts
Part One: Alice watched as the news scrolled up the feed. She has never been a great fan of social media, nor used it as often as she should. She knew about it, of course, but it had never held much … Continue reading
Posted in Literature, magic, Pagan, Short Story, Writing
Tagged Alice, Hare, Hattie, Hearts, Magic, Queen of Hearts, revenge is sweet, Short Story, Witch
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Winter Solstice …
Solstice Poem, by Margaret Atwood I. Through the slit of our open window, the wind comes in and flows around us, nothingness in motion, like time. The power of what is not there. the snow empties itself down, a … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Literature, magic, moon, Pagan, Poetry, Seasons
Tagged 'Our Back Garden', balance, Life, Lodge, Longest day, Longest night, Margaret Atwood, Poetry, Seasons, solstice, Solstice Altar, Sun, Winter Solstice, Winter Sun, Yule
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Tales From The Under Gardener's Lodge 