It is now 2024, and the weather is becoming warmer. Down in the wetlands the frogs that were not visible or hearable have now returned. Sadly not so many though, but if I walk down to the edge of the wetlands at dusk,evenfall, they are beginning to sing. It is like a sympathy. One high, one low, one a trilling. Then it begins again. In another part of there is the home of the Ibises that roost in the trees at night. Such a site to see them rise, open their wings and fly off. Mother and Father Ducks are busy with their tribes and the Kookaburras, sit in their trees and laugh. Everything has a season and I in particular have noted the timing and appearances of flowers. They don't appear all at once but one appears, and then there is a blending as the newer one appears , then another and another. Now the yellow petal daisy is everywhere. So too, in the garden, as I have literarily hundreds of nasturtiums in their many shades of colours. October is a lovely month and soon, in fact in four days time it is Halloween. It is also Beltane, in this country, but not too many people follow that or are aware of it. So Halloween, it is. I have written a few poems regarding it but I will put them here if you would like to read them. There is so much witchey history, regarding Beltane and it would be nice to participate in a Maypole dance once more. It will be Summer soon and we are in the last throngs of Spring. The Goddess for Spring is Brighid, and she brings forth the flowers, the birthing of lambs, in fact all to do with Spring. In the Northern Climes there are so many stories about her appearance, and the bringing of the snowdrops etc, but we here in WA do not have snow, so we have to find our own way of working with her I think. I will leave it here as I am beginning to ramble. I will report about Halloween, and of course the rhymning of the River Swan.
I have been a lecturer most of my life but nowadays the realm of magick has claimed me. Thus I journeyed a new path until I and taught these subjects for many years, nature is my mistress, and as such it has led me to write. I live close to the river, in an old cottage with my
dog and cats amongst tall trees and enveloped in the magic of the land. The river draws me every day and I hear her call. When it calls it brings forth the fae, and to another path of folklore and faerytales. The wind changes its patterns constantly, so do I.
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