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Before the Deepest Night

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Pangere

Rambling on time & calendars
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A sun worshiper welcomes summer

"all of that sunshine, all of that sweet golden sunshine, that thrills me and fills me and…" Read More...
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Before Our Worlds Touch

Bone, Heart, Thought, Deed, and Spirit, I choose to honor these people this season
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Something I did not know

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Just like clockwork

It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.

A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.

— from the song Camelot

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How to be Pagan for a day

An absolutely serious and scholarly discussion on the details of Pagan belief
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Before the Wheel Turns

Bone, Heart, Thought, Deed, and Spirit, I choose to honor these people this season
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Before a Winter's Eve

Bone, Heart, Thought, Deed, and Spirit, I choose to honor these people this season
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Greenwood Beltaine

There's a light in the forest
When the moonbeams filter down
There's a mirror in the greenwood
When the dew is on the ground
Every branch and every blossom
Every root and every leaf
Drink the tears of the Goddess in the morning.

Well, the sun was her lover
When the twilight came around.
He said, "Lady, I'll protect you
'Til the world stops turning round."
And she danced in his brilliance
While the forest people slept,
And she whispered in his ear the word, "Remember."

And the owls sang her song
And the crickets sang along,
And the people were soothed in their sleep.
Where her feet touched the earth
Midnight orchids sprang from nothing,
And the forest grew thick with her dreams.

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Before me

It's not quite... ancestor worship
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A narrow slice of life