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It’s February

It’s February
The Cailleach has passed over
But her legacy still lingers.
Winter’s ice, snow and raw temperatures
Nipping at your fingers.
The Maiden has returned
With the first shoots of Spring.
The ground is still frozen
But underneath, nature starts to sing.
The celebration of Imbolc;
A focus on rebirth and renewal.
The  fire festival honoured
With an amethyst jewel.
The nights are drawing out
Each day longer in the light.
Snowdrops and crocuses popping through
Are a truly welcome sight.
Hearts, roses, chocolate, St Valentine;
What modern February is about.
An expensive declaration of undying love
In a capitalist culture, have no doubt.
From Roman mythology, Mars’ mother,
Juno Februa, gave to this month, her name.
The goddess of fertility and  purification,
Patroness of passion; the love game.
Hibernation is ending,
Draw in that new breath, fresh and deep.
Feel the transition and see the possibilities
Be alive and awake, not asleep.
Rowan brought the month in
With old wisdom and protection.
Handing over now to Ash
To ascend into Spring, sealing  the connection.
Lissa 13.02.15
Another of my poems from a couple of years ago.
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It’s January

I’ve not written any poetry in such a long time, but am feeling a little inspired again.

This is one of mine from January 2015, originally published on my old blog.


It’s January
A time of endings and of beginnings;
Out with the old and in with the new.
A new year a new me.
It’s January
A time of diets and sobriety.
No fun. No Thanks.
I’ll pass.
It’s January
A time to reflect and to plan.
A calmness fringed with excitement
Of the unknown in the coming year.
It’s January
A time of Birch to start with,
Rowan to end with.
Following the ancient Celtic Ogham wisdom.
It’s January
A time of true winter;
December was just pretending.
The Cailleach enjoying her dance.
It’s January
A time of icy blasts
And plummeting temperatures.
Yet shocking and surprising it would seem!
It’s January
A time of bleak, harsh greys;
Beautiful pinky gold sunrises.
An unparalleled stillness.
It’s January
A time to hibernate;
Embrace comfort until Imbolc.
For then, it’s February.
Lissa, 21.01.15
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2016 Over and Out


It’s been a fair wee while since I last updated my blog,and I can’t quite believe it is now Hogmanay and we are about to delve into a new year with all that it holds.

Generally at this time of year  like to reflect on the 12 months just passed before making plans (sometimes resolutions) for the coming 12. A taking stock of sorts.  As I sit reminiscing about 2016, I find myself struggling to find many positives from 2016.  Not because of the seemingly higher number of deaths of prominent figures than in previous years; not because of the result of Brexit or the US presidential elections, but because the latter part of the year saw the increased deterioration in the health of my Father-In-Law, before he gave me one last wave under the light of the full moon before stepping onto that rainbow in mid November.

So to my old blog to see where I started this year, to my first post of 2016 and realising that it is still as relevant as it was a year ago. I started out looking to retreat a bit, find peace and live a slower more personal and connected life.  It seems to have worked to some degree, I guess. As I recall there was nothing major to jump up and down about, life just trundled along, we played in the snow (for 1 whole day…), we planned a holiday and cancelled it, I had a low key but lovely birthday, Hubby has a similarly chill but fab 40th. Much of 2016 has been spent baking and reading (2 things I love) and spending quality time with family and friends alike. Embracing hygge.  With (A)’s home ed clubs we have shared many great days playing, learning and going on various trips, including a camping weekend. I have watched him grow and develop, followed where his interests and character are taking him. We have had an old wish of many years granted when we got our allotment. I started this new blog to chart our journey.

Then November happened. And the loss to our family is a great one. My FIL was, as Hubby called him, an enigma. We didn’t always agree on matters (politics, society and such) but there was a respect for each other and a love that I will always cherish. He was wise, loving, crabbit, opinionated, sexist, intelligent, kind, reliable, sarcastic, could tell a story like no other and completely irreplaceable. Loved and missed.

My wedding day with Father-In-Law, 2007

And yet, everything that followed has been pretty damn positive, weirdly.  My Mother-In-Law is an incredible woman. She has a strength and attitude that I admire greatly. In the weeks since my FIL’s death, we have become an even closer unit, our wee family of 3 is very much now a 4piece. The festive period was still incredibly festive, perhaps, I dare say, even more so than it has been in previous years. My MIL joined us on our annual Xmas jaunt through to the Christmas Market in Edinburgh, I took her for her 75th birthday to a very special afternoon tea in a 5* hotel followed by cocktails, she joined us for our Yule celebrations and Christmas day was as laid back and chill as I have known, with fillet steaks instead of traditional turkey. (Oh, yeh, I went back to eating meat recently after more than a year of being vegetarian again)


As we look to the future, to the new year, my FIL’s legacy can be felt (particularly by Hubby) when we consider our priorities, dreams and desires.

So with that in mind, I am signing off now to finish redding the hoose and to make my plans for 2017, and bid everyone a very Happy New Year when it comes. Lang may yur lum reek!

Rise up, auld wife, and shake yer feathers,
Dinnae think that we are beggars,
We’re jist some bairns come oot tae play,
Rise up and gie us oor Hogmanay



Lissa x