“The festival of Lughnasadh speaks of fullness and bounty of richness and sacrifice. As cornfields ripple in the late summer breeze and whisper golden promises of the grain harvest to come, we know deep within our psyche that the darkness… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“Tea was the order of the day, neat for the hardened drinker or containing a tot of whiskey for those who liked it watered… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“Listen,’ she whispered and pointed towards the window. ‘Whenever the wind blows from the east and the wind chimes dance in the moonlight, there… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“My work as a Meridian Psychotherapist and Clinical Hypnotherapist has taught me that people often feel guilty about the way they feel or think… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“The Old Cornwall Society decided during the 1920s to revive the custom of lighting fires along the Cornish peninsula, beginning in the east and… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“The festival of the spring equinox speaks of freshness and youth, of excitement and endless possibilities. Nature begins to quicken and early flowers open… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“In times when the grain was harvested by hand, many traditions and superstitions grew up around this important event.” — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“The Green Man has also become synonymous with Cernunnos, the Celtic horned God, often portrayed in Celtic art as part man, part stag, who… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“Legend tells us that the High King of Tara, who ruled supreme over all the Kings of Ireland, looked out from his castle one day during the festival of Eostre and saw a fire blazing away on a far hillside. Furious with this obvious disregard for the law, for which the penalty was death, he sent out soldiers to arrest… — Carole Carlton Copy Share
“The spring equinox celebration included a dawn trip to the nearby Rillaton Barrow, a Bronze Age burial mound high up on the Cheesewring Moor, with its entrance facing directly east. ‘A great archaeological find, dear,’ Mrs Darley informed me, rather breathlessly, as we climbed up to the entrance. ‘A skeleton, dagger and gold cup were all found here. However, the… — Carole Carlton Copy Share
“Saturday morning brought an Imbolc gift of thick fog, as our select company of three set off onto the rain-sodden moor. ‘Here we are,’ said Mrs Darley, as the well appeared before us after a ten minute climb. She immediately began to unwrap a joint offering from Phyllis and herself of an ivy swag interwoven with white ribbons and laid… — Carole Carlton Copy Share
“Strange as it may seem, the association of eggs and bunnies at Easter time are actually connected and, to discover more, we must once… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“Pagan paths, of which there are many, more often than not, are based upon an acknowledgement of a Divine presence within nature, as acknowledged… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
