tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26599522500281658482024-03-19T03:16:21.247-05:00Web WytcheryWytchery on the Web: A personal journey/journal containing both the lore and the legends that pertain to the world of wytchery past and present.
Also contained within are intimate descriptions of the development of my own cunning arts and practices.Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-20527636908998302462010-05-20T11:11:00.005-05:002010-05-20T14:04:39.763-05:00Snowfall, Wrens and UpdateHi Folks,Hello and Welcome to the newcomers as well as those folks who have been with me awhile. I am once again active on the web :) My self-imposed exile is over lol. I do tend to keep closer to home and hearth in the winter season and some years it just seems to take me longer to get back into the swing of things online and off -- one of the penalties/pleasures of living in semi-isolation out Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-36324890478469549502009-10-15T11:46:00.004-05:002009-10-15T12:07:40.584-05:00Death of the FlowersThe Death of the FlowersThe melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead;They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread;The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay,And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day.Where Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-52197059278322785372009-06-12T10:53:00.002-05:002009-06-12T10:56:28.353-05:00HenbaneHenbaneOriginally uploaded by Giles C. Watson Poetry Watson Poetry & Art from Giles' photostream (click photo for poem)*********Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-65744907581286298572009-06-11T17:57:00.006-05:002009-06-11T21:15:41.223-05:00Bits & BobsFinally managed to get a few of the photos Beth took during the May Tides to share. I've had a helluva time trying to get these photos as this has been a painstakingly unsuccessful endeavor for most of the time. First off, I tried hooking her camera up to my computer while she was here celebrating with us to load the photos on my computer but my USB cord didn't fit her camera so that nixed that Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-36126562985312001062009-05-21T14:58:00.011-05:002009-05-21T15:56:38.192-05:00Queries Regarding Ingression by WaterI received a lovely card from a friend recently, enclosed was a picture that I found very dear and memorable of my two friends at a birthday party for one of their sons. While I do love the portrait inside, the card itself had an enchanting and entrancing image from a hot springs located in Yellowstone Park.This pool is named the Morning Glory Pool. The pooling waters of the spring, and it's darkDawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-64617814267068527062009-05-20T11:28:00.008-05:002009-05-21T09:51:14.900-05:00The Tenacity of SpidersMy husband and I moved up to the country here in North Western Florida close to four years ago. I am very happy and quite content in my current environment, I do not hear the scream of sirens that are the portents of bad news brought to loved ones left at home or the chatter of pedestrians as they hurry to and fro, nor do I hear the constant barrage of sounds made from the many cars coming and Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-65557981742691023982009-05-18T12:57:00.005-05:002009-05-18T13:11:31.249-05:00Alan Watts Audio LecturesA friend recently gifted me with a plethora of audio recordings by Alan Watts (over a dozen CD's containing lectures given on subjects such as stilling the mind to the nature of consciousness) so I am likely to be offline for a day or so while I totally immerse myself in listening to the wisdom this astute philosopher offered up. I've read a few books by the late Alan Watts that someone I once Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-63988555117157750662009-05-16T13:20:00.005-05:002009-05-16T14:38:50.785-05:00MidSummer MeditationAine © Helen ReedMeditation for Communion with Aine at MidsummerI have adapted this meditation from a similar one utilized by R.J. Stewart in his book the Well of Light. I have also included certain synthemata specific for this seasonal celebration that has been taken from the works of Agrippa and Traditional Folkloric sources that will be observed in such things as the ingredients used in the Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-79223015093588411712009-05-15T15:59:00.007-05:002009-05-16T12:27:10.597-05:00The Hyldequinde(Mother Holda Image © F. W. Heine)The HyldequindeThomas Keightly associates the Danish Hyldequind (Elder-Woman) or Hyldemoer (Elder-Mother) with Mother Holle in his book Fairy Mythology and rightly so as there are many well known attributes that these folkloric figures share. There is an etymological connection with the name Holle itself and with the names Hel and Hölle. The connections do not Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-73607225031000429862009-05-08T09:59:00.002-05:002009-05-08T10:13:16.479-05:00From Mother Hulda to Mother's DayJust wanted to let folks know I'll be gone for a few days, I'm off to spend a few days with my Mother for Sunday's Mother's Day celebration. Hope everyone has a magnificent weekend!-D.Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-58747849152765792142009-05-04T12:14:00.015-05:002009-05-05T14:02:48.369-05:00Mother Huldahere was once a widow who had two daughters - one of whom was pretty and industrious, whilst the other was ugly and idle. But she was much fonder of the ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter. And the other, who was a step-daughter, was obliged to do all the work, and be the Cinderella of the house. Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well, in the highway, and spin and spin tillDawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-20575025227389019172009-05-03T21:30:00.000-05:002009-05-03T21:32:50.867-05:00Notes from Rocking Witch Farm Here are a few photos from our May Day celebration, I'll add more as soon as I am able. Good weather, good friends, good food and a visit from the Good Folk, what more could one ask for?Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-8129577249475893402009-04-30T09:23:00.005-05:002009-05-03T21:34:22.773-05:00Roodmas Past This is a slide show with a few pictures from our photo diary of a Roodmas/Beltane celebration from the past. This event took place at Falling Waters State Park and was one of the first group gatherings with members of the now defunct BAPS organization. Despite the mayhem that followed afterward re: the flying ointment, initially everyone had a most splendid time and the masks made by Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-52018032160468093572009-04-27T21:41:00.001-05:002009-04-29T11:29:58.767-05:00A Maypole's Speech to a TravelerAfter the Restoration, Thomas Hall, a 17th century puritanical writer wrote "Funebriae Florae, the Downfall of May Games", that contained this choleric piece entitled "A May-Pole's Speech to a Traveler". I don't know about you, but I am quite happy to be counted among that "raskall crew" named below...*********A May-Pole's Speech to a Traveler"I am Sir May-Pole, that's my name;Men, May and Mirth Dawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2659952250028165848.post-69430753972038392462009-04-27T21:38:00.003-05:002009-04-29T11:35:27.059-05:00May Day Verses and Ballad OfferingsCorrina's Going A-MayingGet up, get up for shame, the blooming MornUpon her wings presents the god unshorn.See how Aurora throws her fairFresh-quilted colours through the air;Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and seeThe dew bespangling herb and tree.Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east,Above an hour since; yet you not drest,Nay! not so much as out of bed?When all the birds have matins said,AndDawn R. Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04672510898996698487noreply@blogger.com0