Someone took this picture of me at the Spoutwood Fairie Festival. It's in the Spoutwood 2006 photo album. The person must have used a telephoto lens, because I didn't know I was being observed.
No, I'm not stoned. Just content. It was a faerie festival.
If you look closely, you can see my faeries, Princess and Puck. Puck is the blue one.
Maybe you've heard of the Goddess Brighid the Bright. I don't think she's ever qualified as "bored," because people have prayed to her all along by one name or another.
I have lately been introduced to an educated Druid lady named Athelia. She has this beautiful poem of her composition on her web site. I post this in personal gratitude to the Goddess of Home and Hearth, and I thank Athelia for her artistry.
By: Athelia Nihtscada, 2000
I am the flickering flame of the candle,
I am the fire of Inspiration
And the warmth of Hearth and Home
You have known me since time immortal
For I am the protection of the loving mother’s arms
I bring healing and comfort to all of my Children
My milk it is that feeds the lambs,
And my Love it is that feeds the soul.
I am the Fire of Inspiration,
The Essence of Awen.
My Words are they that fills the Poet’s heart
My Vision it is that fills the Artist’s eyes
My Music it is that fills the soul of the Bard.
I am the Heat of the Forge.
My Breath it is that sustains the flame
My Essence it is that transforms the lighted metal
My Passion it is that fuel’s the Craftsman’s art,
And gives the Secrets of the Elements to the Smith.
Comfort, o Goddess, those in need of your care.
So might it be.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS