Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away.
Lengthen night and shorten day.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow.
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in the drearier day.
    Emily Bronte

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Days off pass quickly. At 22.30 yesterday evening I burned some incense and was ready to do my Mabon reading (Fall Equinox), a task I had been looking forward too all day. The spread was called “Balance of Power” by Christine Jette from her book Tarot for all Seasons, and I used the Tarot of Prague for it.

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It is still early in the morning, have not seen spiders yes, but I will, fetching the morning-paper in a little while.

The card that I have pulled to the question why little spiders are attracted to me in my last entry but did not interpret, was Ten of Quills of the Jane Austen Tarot.


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I should not do this, I am to tired, but I am also curious. There are spiders in the garden. It is almost September. In the morning their webs are glistering in the sun and the dew. Often my daughter takes away tiny little spiders from my hear. According to her spiders are attracted to me. Today, seeing them in the middle of their webs, I wondered ( Read more... )

                 
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In the very early days in Ireland there was a custom among the nobles and the learned people to have a festival three days before and three days after Shamhain, each three years. At that festival they made peace with each other and entered into new friendships and alliances. After this festival they assembled to ratify and renew laws.

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It is Halloween, the day which is exactly between the summer and the winter solstice. Tradition says that on this day the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead is thin . True or not, on this day the Celts made contact with their dead. Many pagan and Wicca groups use this day to remember their dead, influenced by the Celts. In their ( Read more... )

This evening I changed a picture in my study for another. It was a photo of a wall-painting of Christ in the whine-press. Since the harvesting of the grapes is over, I took it away. We have seen the painting it for real in a chapel high in the woods around Cochem in Germany, where we were on holiday last summer. Today I pause my exploration of ( Read more... )

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