Daisy, Daisy, my little sweet

snowy white and yellow beads

a sunshine face of pearly rays

a golden smile like royal maids

wayside meadows garden beds

spotted are the Daisy heads

cheery greetings sweet parades

delightful sights of spring brigades

joyous leaps of fairy feet

a picked fence on daisies’ street

lemon cream for dessert

a fairy rumor I have heard

Dilly Dally Daisy do

let me pick a daisy or two

on days of rain, on days of shine

Daisies are a favorite of mine

in the forest or in a bouquet

give me daisies any day!

Artwork by the lovely Cicely Mary Barker

Awaken

Wake Up! We must awaken!
‘The Beast’ has been set loose in the world and we,
“the warriors of The Lord” must force it back to its origins.

‘The Beast’ cannot enter the New World,
and those who feed ‘The Beast’, by reflecting its qualities,
must cease or be barred from the New World as well.

Wake up, examine your hearts and minds
for evidence of ‘The Beast’ within. Ban it from your persona!
And join those who choose to build The New World of Love, Peace and Beauty.
It is not too late. Live the life of Soul.

♦

My Soul’s Journey

There’s a storm in my head
The rumblings of energies
– Unfathomable Forces – evoked.
But how do I reign?

The Man said, “FORGET ALL.
NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS.”

White sleighs powered by laughter
Skim the silver cloudway.
Dim imperceptions of Soundlessness
The spectrum gyrates
Life flows…

From Soul:
I am One with all
Dancing in a self-begetting pattern
I partnership with Death.
Dying into Separation,
Apart from Wholeness
Dutifully grinding in the crucible of daily living.
I yearn, I anguish for Reality,
To return to the Dance.

I did not choose this existence.
Death overcame me and said, “It is time.
You must enter…be a part
Of the twittering cacophony of mutilated,
Mindless cells searching for God-knows-what,
Lost in the darkness of Forgetting,
Bound by imagination – or lack thereof –
To mindless repetition of endless cycles
Of wrong-useness.”

The key word I heard
Was ‘Be apart.”
So now at this late date I realize my misunderstanding.

I seek not to destroy by violence,
But to change by enhancement,
To be not apart,
But a part of the Whole

There is a barrier to feeling
       the pain in the world.
That barrier also prevents
Love from flowing through.
The barrier must be dissolved and purified,
The wound it leaves healed and purified,
So that Love remains.

Together by choice
We form a chalice
Into which Love flows.
It pours through
      our open hearts
       our willing spirits
       our helping hands.

♦

Harvest Moon

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away

But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart

But now it's gettin' late
And the moon is climbin' high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin' in your eye

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon

Song by Neil Young ‧ 1992

Warmly,
Kathy Tyler

Imbolc, Brigid and the Light
Artist - Elin Manon

As winter hesitated to depart, Brigid knelt at the edge of the awakening earth.

The ground was cold, yet beneath it a soft heartbeat already stirred.

Among snowdrops and damp moss, she clasped her hands—
and within them, a small fire ignited.

It was not a fire that burned.

It warmed only as much as was needed to awaken hope.

Beside her lay the lamb, still and trusting,
as if it knew that the time for a new beginning had come.
Before her stood the simple gifts:
Milk for life, bread for the journey,
fresh cheese with herbs for the earth's healing power.

Brigid spoke not a word.

She knew: Everything that wants to grow needs silence first.

As the light in her hands grew brighter,
the earth opened its eyes.

And deep in the roots, spring began to breathe.

Pine Spiral, 2025

Created at Ffynone Waterfall with Layla Parkin Laurence Winram : Shaped Nature Rachel Shiamh and Dutch beach art
The pine needles were quite tricky to gather enough of as they were so thin on the floor and we didn't want to gather any earth or other bits. It was all about the environment really, love the crack running through it. Beautiful spot and great times, need to come back again in autumn!
Even had a quick swim. Photo also by Laurence Winram

From Waiting to Listening – The Quiet Wisdom of Imbolc

Imbolc doesn't invite us to rush ahead.
Not to plan, to push, or to already know.

But to become still.

This time is like the moment just before taking a breath –
everything is there, but not yet visible.
Something stirs beneath the earth, without any applause.

Imbolc doesn't ask you: What do you want to achieve?

But: What are you truly listening to?

What longing whispers?

What idea is still timidly knocking, instead of shouting loudly?

Moving from waiting to listening means
giving more space to the inner self than to the outer world.

Giving more weight to feeling than to the calendar.

And placing more trust in becoming than in doing.
Perhaps that is precisely your task now:
not to become faster –
but more attentive. 

The Light Within

Trust the guru within

Follow your path to spiritual truth

Stand in the calm light of the centre

Move confidently forward in light and love

To create the future you want to see

Instead of clinging to old patterns and behaviours

Let in the light and weave it into your everyday life.

Shine your light—

Let it shine ever so bright.

♦

On "Appreciate a Dragon" day, here's one of my favourites...titled "Guardians." Enjoy all of the fairies and hidden faces!

Josephine Wall

A Womb of Light

My body is a womb of Light,

A chalice from which all may sip

In Communion with Oneness,

   Wholeness,

                Life more abundant.

Life more abundant—

An expression of the Christ

Filling us with Love and Joy

That we may be enlightened.

You who imbibe

Carry that Light into the world

So that your understanding

Gives others foundation 

On which to build.

Thus the New World,

A world of Light, Love and Joy,

A world of Truth, Beauty and Creativity

Is born.

♦

LIGHT IS WINNING

YOU CANNOT SEE US

BUT WE SEE YOU

There are not weapons nor evil enough
to destroy the growing army of
lightworkers in the world.
We cannot be defeated by dark forces,
for in us there are no names, no faces.
We have no government to corrupt or destroy,
no one face that represents us.
There is no known target, for
we are everywhere.
We are unseen faces in a crowd,
quietly going about the business
of living our lives and fulfilling
our mission to shine light
into the corners and crevices of darkness
to expose corruption and injustice.

You cannot destroy us because you cannot find us.
How can you annihilate what you cannot see?
We are your nemesis.
We are invisible. We are invincible. We are inspired.
We are here, we are everywhere, we are strong.
We need no organization because
we are guided by the light and love
of Wise Ones who have gone before us.
You may destroy our form,
but not our spirit, for we shall live on.
When one leaves more will come.
Another and another.

We are fierce warriors of light,
here for the purpose of destroying the dark.
We will die that others might live.
We see you, we know you.
You can hide no longer,
for our light will expose your evil misdeeds
and you will flee for your lives.

We are nameless and we are faceless;
we are young and we are old.
We hide in plain sight, everywhere present.
You cannot see us but we see you.

The earth is our home and we its custodians.
We will protect it and keep it safe in the name of love.
We are an army of lightworkers.
We cannot be defeated for we have already won.

If you are among the fortunate,
our light will transform you
and you will become one with us.

Written in the name of love by a faceless, nameless lightworker 

♦

From the Water by Ajeet

This song was born out of the feeling of stepping into something new, something unknown. It feels like birth, like coming into a new space with fragile steps. Many things in my world and in the lives of my loved ones were changing in big ways, so I wanted to capture that feeling of the uneasy first steps into a new chapter through sound. The song is in a 5/4 time signature, so it is almost what we are used to, but something about it just feels different, like we don’t quite know how to step or move on this new ground. I loved capturing a feeling, to the best of my ability, that we all feel in life. Life asks us to trust ourselves to find a new way in a new chapter. I sang for my bandmate who is becoming a mother, for myself going into a new surgery, for every person taking a step onto foreign ground with a sense of openness to the sacred possibility of what lies in the places we don’t yet know.

The Crystal Rose of Peace by Mary Magdalene

Beloved Children of the Light
Now in this year of the Rose
The Crystal Light of the Christ
Unfolds in your Hearts.
I am Here With You
To support you and Love You
As you learn to be Free.

The Sacred Energy of the Divine Feminine
That will Love you and Support you As you learn to be Free.

I am with you
Yeshua is with you
Together we are the Christ Light
Living infinitely in your hearts Always.

You were born free and you are free.

Embrace the Crystal Rose of Peace In your Heart
Its Translucent Light will radiate Peace
Its Crystal Clarity will provide Luminous Love For All.

In this year I will be with you

I am the Magdalene
I am the Light of the Rose
The Light of the Goddess
The Light of your Feminine Being

I bring you Love To support you
As you embrace your freedom Together
Yeshua and myself We came to show you
How to be Free!

And now we say

You are Free
You are the Crystal Rose of Peace
Translucent and Beautiful
Angelic and filled with Grace

You are the Crystal Rose of Peace!

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Archangel Michael and Mary Magdalene through Celia Fenn

Juniper – The Sacred Blue Guardian

Hardly any tree has been more revered than the juniper.

It grows in poor soil, withstands storms,
and bears berry-like cones that rest within themselves like miniature worlds.

The juniper is a guardian of purification.

A tree that protects boundaries, clarifies spaces,
and infuses every touch with a subtle, warm power.

 Healing Power:

The berry-like cones warm, aid digestion,
strengthen the kidneys and vital energy.

Its smoke cleanses spaces, protects against intrusions,
brings clarity to thoughts and energy fields.

Spiritual Meaning:

Juniper is the companion when one wants to let go of what is foreign.

Of worries, of old burdens, of energies that do not belong to you.

It says: “Stand upright. Keep your center. The light is within you.”

Yule - Wiccan Traditions

In Wicca, Yule is celebrated as the rebirth of light—a festival that is also alive in many witchcraft circles and pagan traditions, albeit with their own distinct emphases. On the longest night of the year, the Goddess gives birth to the divine child of promise, a symbol of the sun's return and the hope for the coming summer.

In early human cultures, as the days grew colder and the nights longer and darker, people lit candles and fires to lure back the sun. During this "time of darkness," while the earth slumbered, many did not survive. Winter was marked by death and stagnation: shelters were drafty, disease was widespread, and food was scarce. All the greater, then, was the joy when, on the night of the sun's "rebirth," the days lengthened once more. Even though cold and darkness still prevailed, hope returned, and people longed for the warmth of summer.

Originally, Yule was not celebrated in Celtic traditions. It was brought to Britain by the invading Saxons, who considered it a turning point. The name Yule literally means "wheel" in Old Norse. This symbol was so central to the Sabbat that the day was dedicated to goddesses of the spinning wheel. Wreaths were especially valued as a symbol of the endless cycle, the wheel of the year.

Evergreen plants were sacred to the Celts because they did not "die" and thus represented the eternal aspect of the goddess. Mistletoe symbolized the seed of the god, and in midwinter, the Druids are said to have ventured deep into the forest to harvest it with a golden sickle. Caught in a white cloth, the branches were not allowed to touch the ground to preserve their sanctity.

Yule is loosely translated today as "Christmas," although the original word derives from the Scandinavian terms "yol" and "geol," which denote a midwinter celebration of "pagan origin," and "hjul," meaning "wheel." The expression "pagan origin" is essentially just a convenient way of saying that these traditions come from many cultures and eras.

Yule coincides closely with Christmas, but in Wicca it is celebrated as the winter solstice, the time of the shortest days and the longest night. The birth of the god by the goddess symbolizes the return of light. At the same time, this is the period when earth or forest spirits come to rest, gathering strength for the coming work in spring. People brought trees into their homes, decorated them with bells, candles, and colorful threads, hung bread, fruit, and nuts as food for the spirits, and sang together to welcome them. Yule logs were lit to provide warmth.

The Christian tradition of the Christmas tree has its roots in these pagan customs. Families brought a living tree into their homes to offer the forest spirits a warm place. Bells and treats on the branches helped attract the spirits, and a five-pointed star at the top symbolized the five elements. The colors red and green, as well as the custom of exchanging gifts, also originate from these pagan traditions. A piece of Yule log was saved to light the new log the following year, a protection for the home and a symbol of continuing power.

Thus, in Wicca, Yule is not only a celebration of nature but also a symbol of hope, light, and the perpetual cycle of life. It serves as a reminder that even in the darkest night, new life and light are born.

I must admit I haven't been on Facebook much lately as it seems not as many people see my posts these days (perhaps they are also taking a break from social media....!). I have been busy painting and getting ready for the holidays. Those of you who are visiting my page--I hope you enjoy one of my latest, "Fairy Lights in the Forest." Very likely this will be my Christmas card next year! Wishing you all a warm and wonderful holiday season 

Josephine

LET ME GO
When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not for long And not with your head bowed low Remember the love that once we shared Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take And each must go alone.

It's all part of the master plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart Go to the friends we know.

Laugh at all the things we used to do Miss me, but let me go.

- Christina Rossetti-
(1830-1894)