Ring out, solstice bells (Jethro Tull) Now is the solstice of the year, Winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in a line. Ring out these bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells. Ring solstice bells. Join together beneath the mistletoe. By the holy oak whereon it grows. Seven druids dance in seven time. Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming. Ring out these bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells. Ring solstice bells. Praise be to the distant sister sun, Joyful as the silver planets run. Seven maids move in seven time. Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming. Ring out those bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells. Ring solstice bells. Ring on, ring out. Ring on, ring out.
The Stolen Child (W.B Yeats) WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car,. In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For to world's more full of weeping than you can understand. Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal-chest. For be comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, from a world more full of weeping than you.
"Sorry I missed church, Ive been practicing witchcraft and becoming a lesbian." "Don't pray in my school and I won't think in your church" So they aren't really pagan quotes, but they are my favs!
heron doesnt respond to me anymore But as far as quotes go I really like those that YellowBelly posted
Heron goes away to his favor water hole "must be that Viking blood in him" for days Then he appears sudenly = Some times he scares the hell out of me.
heh yeah NaturaAtra Spiritus was hard to remember to log on a lot... I kept forgetting it... so I wanted something quick and simple that had meaning to me like monolith(or large rock)lol.
...the animal in me knows very well nature is our teacher and our mother and god is just another story that we tell... - Ani DiFranco
The Roman Catholic Church is being disassembled dollar by dollar. Retribution is finally at hand. This is the heel descending to squash all that is left of the Roman Empire. Good times. Good times.
Who told the Goddess to shave her legs? Who told her that the big lovely of Willendorf was no longer in style, and that she had to become the twiggy sexpots in modern art? You'll never find him, because he told her while she was in Kali mode. Poor fool.
the woods are for the hunters of spirit the streams for fishers of song,,,, i have no clue who s quote that is but i thought it was nice
"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. " (Lord Byron) Peace, Kaye
This is my temple As I sit under a tree it becomes my pew As i wade through a stream it becomes my holy water As I walk over the land it becomes the substance of my being; I need not question where God resides, fore all of nature is my faith.
"Most witches don't believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don't believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman." --Terry Pratchett
Oh I love the Discworld books! I read that book recently, don't ask me which - I've read 5 of the books in the last fortnight! Yay Pratchett!