Through The Oak

By Sam Wolfe Connelly

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Wolves and women are relational by nature, inquiring, possessed of great endurance and strength. They are deeply intuitive, intensely concerned with their young, with their mate and their pack. Yet both have been hounded, harassed and falsely imputed to be devouring and devious, overly aggressive, of less value than those who are their detractors.

Clarissa Pinkola.

Meigas

Libro de sombras

Eclipse et alia

O vindeiro venres temos unha eclipse total de sol entre as 9 e as 11 da mañá aproximadamente. Tamén temos lúa nova, unha superlúa. E celebramos un dos 8 sabbats do ano, Ostara, que marca o inicio da primavera e que podemos celebrar vestindo algunha prenda de cor verde e abrindo as fiestras.

É tempo de soñar ao grande, de cavilar en novos proxectos, de marcarse obxectivos, de estar abertos a posibles cambios, de "sementar".

San Patricio, mito ou realidade?

Dise que San Patricio, santo patrón de Irlanda, botou ás serpes da illa, facéndoas afogar no mar. Outras teorías din que a quen chimpou foi aos celtas. Os druídas adoitaban levar a tatuaxe dunha serpe no brazo. Os celtas foron torturados, asasinados e expulsados de Eire.

Algúns adeptos do paganismo levan o emblema dunha serpe neste día, 17 de marzo, como proba de que San Patricio fracasou na súa cruzada de converter a todo becho vivente ao cristianismo.

Terry Pratchett, in memoriam

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A witch can do anything she sets her mind to.

Terry Pratchett.

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La fée Carabosse

Fotograma do filme de Georges Méliès, 1906

Far from Any Road (Lyrics)

From the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows,

Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote.

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun,

And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood.

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon, 

I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom.

A strange hunger haunted me, the looming shadows danced.

I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand.

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold,

mountain cats will come to drag away your bones.

And rise with me forever across the silent sand,

And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands.

Do álbum Singing Bones do dúo Handsome Family.

Far from Any Road

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You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.

Fragmento de "Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing", Margaret Atwood

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