May I Have a Word?

Welcome to 2018! To start the New Year, I offer the first installment of The Blogger’s Dictionary, a compilation of terms used to humorous effect by some of the bloggers I’ve gotten to know over the last year or so. [Links to their sites shown.] Addenda will be published as accumulated. (Warning: The author strongly recommends that tea drinkers finish their morning cuppa before reading, lest they experience an unpleasant exsinuation event.)

Blogger’s Dictionary

away (off) with the fairies: (adj.) the condition of being in another world, distracted, or thinking about something else, making one prone to acts of clumsiness. As in, “I was away with the fairies when I tripped over my house panther and twisted my knee.” [samanthamurdochblog]

(to) chobble: (v.) a combination of to chomp and to gobble; what caterpillars do to the leaves of prized rose bushes [Pete Hillman’s Nature Photography]

confuzzlement: (n.) a perplexing state of utter confusion and puzzlement [gillyflower]

edumacation: (n.) not a WordPress-exclusive term, but one used on a regular basis in certain famous Friday posts [The Cobweborium Emporium]

exsinuation: (n.) the sudden, forceful and embarrassing evacuation from the body, via the sinus passages, of a beverage, often initiated by extreme hilarity [gillyflower]

gutter-minded: (adj.) low, base or sexual, esp. pertaining to one’s train of thought [gillyflower]

house panther: (n.) Felis domesticus, commonly known as the house or domestic cat (although any of this species would insist there’s nothing whatsoever domestic about them; they’re panthers, for crying out loud) [sevencatsandcounting]

Lady Up Her Own Nose: (n.) a personage who thinks she is Of Very Great Importance, but probably isn’t [nanacathydotcom]

pocket junk: (n.) those bits and bobs which collect in one’s trouser recepticules in the absence of a fabulous handbag [samanthamurdochblog]

recepticule: (n.) the place in one’s trousers where one’s pocket junk lives (now don’t be so gutter-minded) [samanthamurdochblog]

servament service: (n.) the act of providing essential needs (wet food, dry food, water, milk, clean litter, pitpats, silly talk, cuddles, alone time, mice to catch, sumptuous praise when mice are caught, cushion plumping, piles of fresh laundry, etc., etc., etc.) to Their Royal Highnesses, a.k.a. one’s house panthers [The Cobweborium Emporium]

sister scraps: 1. (n.) quarrels, often violent, between cohabiting female house panthers; 2. (n.) the gory results of same [samanthamurdochblog]

tinsel-tailed: (adj.) alarmed and on high alert, as a cat when confronted by a woofie or other undesirable [samanthamurdochblog]

twiddlemuff: (n.) a brightly-coloured knitted handwarmer with adornments such as buttons and pompons, intended as a textile version of a fidget spinner for those afflicted with restlessness or dementia [nanacathydotcom]

white good: (n.) of British origin, referring to electrical appliance in North American, i.e. oven, refrigerator, microwave [samanthamurdochblog]

woofie: (n.) Canis familiaris, commonly known as the domestic dog [sevencatsandcounting]

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Mabon Mysteries

Yesterday marked the autumnal equinox, also known as Mabon, when night and day are of the same duration – a time of equality and balance. At Mabon, the second of three harvest festivals, we honour the waning sun and growing dark and give thanks for the abundance of crops and other gifts with which we’ve been blessed. We seek to find balance: to stop, relax and enjoy the fruits of our labours – to reap what we have sown. It’s a good time to complete projects that have been left undone, and to begin to prepare for the winter to come.

In the fall, when nature appears to be winding down, I feel more connected to it than at any other time of the year, even more so than spring and all its burgeoning life. Perhaps it’s because the culmination of the growing season is so colourful, so fragrant: honey-brown hay bales and golden corn resting in the fields, glossy red apples, the deep purple of grapes and wild asters, the sugar maples’ amber, green and russet riot. I find the scent of fallen leaves and the smoke of hearth and bonfires intoxicating, and the cooler, crisp air, after the humidity of summer, makes me breathe more deeply and feel more alive. I never take walks in the brutal heat of July or August, so I look forward to getting out more, enjoying the flight of monarchs, the low chucking of robins, and the soft October mist on my skin.

In summer at the cottage, Faeries are in full fancy. But in autumn, there is a shift to darker, more mysterious things than even the Fae. Call it a time of introspection, nesting, or the art of Hygge; knowing that, of a nippy evening there’s a cozy blanket to curl up in and a good book to lose myself in is delicious. That’s when my thoughts turn in earnest to beeswax candles, incense from ancient lands, medieval Tarot, the rustle of parchment, old grimoires, and the secrets held by mirrors and crystal spheres.

My own Mabon ritual – during two rare and blessed consecutive days off – includes wearing an incense-y perfume oil (purchased from a fellow Etsian) called Mabon, relaxing with my feet up, and finishing a few pieces of gemstone jewellery for myself and my shop, a task I’ve been putting off for a while now. As a treat, I’ve enjoyed some delicious baklava, honey- and rosewater-redolent, with my tea. Later, I’ll continue working on a new, just-for-fun craft that I’ll write about soon! How will you celebrate this new season?

Harvest Symbols of Mabon

Symbols: acorns • apples • corn • gourds • horn of plenty • pine cones • wheat sheaves

Colours: brown • burgundy • gold • orange • red

Food & Drink: apples • bread • cider • grapes • nuts • onions • pumpkin • root vegetables • squash • wine

Gemstones: agate • amber • aventurine • citrine • peridot • sapphire • topaz

Herbs & Plants: aster • calendula • ivy • marigold • milkweed • rose hips • sage • sunflower

Incense & Oils: frankincense • myrrh • pine • sage • sweetgrass

Rituals: take a walk in the woods • offer a libation of thanks to the trees • harvest herbs and vegetables from your garden • adorn your home with autumn bounty: wheat sheaves, bowl of rosy apples, grapevine wreath, scattering of acorns and cones, colourful gourds or leaves • buy or make a new broom, either full-sized or symbolic • make spiced hot apple cider • make a protection charm using hazelnuts tied onto red string • volunteer at a food kitchen or donate to a food or clothing bank

The Secret Garden

Purple coneflower (Echinacea sp.)

The beginning of Autumn is less than a week away, and that makes me a happy little hedgewitch. Fall is by far my favourite season, for all the reasons that most people love it: cerulean skies and crisp, woodsmoke-scented air; blankets and hoodies; the crunch of fallen leaves; blazing colours and bonfires. And yes, pumpkin spice everything!

These past couple of weeks, while other areas of the continent have been ravaged by horrific storms, my own little pocket of the world has been fortunate to enjoy a string of exceedingly pleasant pre-autumn weather. The days are warm but not hot, nights are snugglingly cool, and the air has been still and soft, like a gauzy veil shimmering between the scourge of summer and the cold to come.

I took advantage of this perfection a few days ago when I paid two impromptu visits to a new place for me. For years, on my way to work, I’ve been driving past a large tract of land known as the Riverwood Conservancy. As I’m always in a hurry, I never paid it much attention, but its website says that it’s a city-owned park, free and open to the public year-round, with historic buildings, gardens, nature trails, and a centre offering community art programs. I said to myself, “Self, get thee there one day!” but somehow, I never did. Silly me — now I know what I was missing!

Keeping perfect time!

Last Sunday, I decided on a whim to stop at Riverwood after work to see what it was all about. The late afternoon was fine and there was still lots of daylight left, so I drove down the winding lane leading to the main building which houses the Conservancy’s offices. With only my phone camera in hand, I began to explore the area around the house, with its charming gardens – all maintained by volunteers – secret stairs and pathways, stone walls and old wooden gates, and other interesting architectural features – some of them almost lost to time.

As soon as I saw the place, I was immediately charmed – and fell in love. As Lizzie says at first glimpse of the magnificent Pemberley in Pride and Prejudice (1995 miniseries), “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place so happily situated.” Riverwood may not be on nearly as grand a scale, but it is lovely just the same.

Known as the Chappell House, the rambling bungalow perches atop the Credit River Valley on 60 hectares (150 acres) of woodland that was once used as trading grounds by First Nations peoples. The house was built in 1919 in the Arts and Crafts style as a summer retreat for the property’s third owners – complete with servants’ quarters, billiard room, tennis court and swimming pool.

Viewed from the formal courtyard with original waterlily and goldfish pond and circular paved driveway, the stone house with its massive chimney, family crest, and service wings is quite impressive:

Chappell House, Riverwood Conservancy, Mississauga, Ontario

A closer view reveals that each part of the building has its own character and makes for delightful little vignettes. One of the wings, for example, which I think must have been family bedrooms, looks like the most perfect little cottage, adorned with clematis and its own tiny garden:

The north wing

There was no one else around and I was surrounded by a still, peaceful forest, quiet but alive with birdsong and the rustle of squirrels gleaning chestnuts, so I felt like I was in my own spellbound world. I roamed about gardens planted with a mixture of traditional English cottage and local species. Here were foxglove, chamomile and David Austin roses, there turtlehead (Chelone), purple coneflower (Echinacea) and rudbeckia. There are also all manner of potted plants, some of them exotic and extremely fragrant, such as gardenia and angel trumpet (Brugmansia). Paths and old wooden gates beckoned to more secret nooks and surprises, and everywhere I looked yielded another delight for the senses.

The lily pond, an original feature of the front courtyard

These stairs lead to disappointment!

The back of the house features the Great Room and the formerly open-air dining porch (now enclosed) which once hosted lavish dinner parties for illustrious guests including prime ministers, lieutenant governors and senators. Prime Minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau, for example, once played tennis on the now-lost court. (Apparently, traces of it – and the swimming pool – can still be seen … that’s a quest for another day!) The rear lawn dips down to the edge of the ravine through which runs the Credit, one of the longest rivers flowing into Lake Ontario. I imagine white-clad ladies and gents, shaded by immense old pines and oaks, enjoying an amiable game of croquet on that lawn. At its edge are crumbling stone steps down which I’m sure generations of children scrambled on some adventure or another. I wondered where they led, but they were fenced off. When I came back the next day and walked the trail along the valley bottom, I came across what I guessed were the same ones I’d seen from the top. Curious souls making the effort to climb those enticing steps only to find the way barred will soon find out why another visitor dubbed them the Stairs of False Hope!

Through a glass, humidly

The property is located on the northern edge of Carolinian habitat, and plants normally seen in the American south (e.g. sassafras, pawpaw, tulip tree, black-gum) can be found here. (It is also rich in bird and animal species.) Many of the garden plants are propagated onsite, and the house even has its own greenhouse/potting shed. A glimpse inside, with the late afternoon sun illuminating gardening tools and stacks of terra cotta pots, was intriguing.

The following day, I came back to explore more of the Riverwood property. There are other historic buildings, including an 1850s house and barn, and gardens to see as well as trails to hike, and I enjoyed them all. I have yet to get inside the buildings and am curious to know if any of their original features still exist. There is also an intriguing feature in the woods that I searched for but couldn’t find! Later in the season, when fall colour is at its peak, you can bet I’ll be back for more photography. The property will be lovely at any time of year, in fact, so Riverwood is bound to become a regular haunt for me.

My ramblings on those two magickal days inspired the theme for September and October: Autumn Enchantments!

A view from the Sundial Garden

Do the Shuffle*

* Rest assured: in this post, by no means shall we be discussing glitter balls or disco music!

Thank you to the lovely Samantha of samanthamurdochblog for nominating me for the Shuffle the Music Tag, as originated by Life in a Blogshell. (If you aren’t already a devoted follower of Samantha’s merry musings, please do become acquainted; while you’re at it, check out Blogshell, too!) The challenge of this tag is to hit the shuffle button on my music player and discuss what the first 15 songs that come up mean to me. I don’t actually download music or own an iPod, so I listen the old-fashioned way: to the radio or the CD player in my car. So, I suppose the following is more of a dream playlist, a mixed tape of the mind!

As a teen in the late ’70s, I was fed a steady diet of what is now known, I suppose, as classic rock. I have happy memories of hanging around our basement, listening to my older siblings’ vinyl records and 45s – does anyone remember the excitement of rushing to the music store to buy a favourite group’s latest single, hot off the press? (The B side was almost always a disappointment.) It was a Golden Age of bands such as Chicago, Kansas and Boston, Led Zeppelin and The Who, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, The Police, Queen, The Eagles, Dire Straits and so many more. It was also the heyday of soft rock and folk artists such as Elton John, Billy Joel, Cat Stevens, James Taylor, Carole King, Jim Croce and Carly Simon, to name just a few.

My ultimate playlist isn’t confined only to ’70s rock. Because my parents were classical music fans and I started piano lessons at an early age, I grew up loving Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, et al. I also love me a beautiful solo voice, so some tenors and strong female voices make an appearance. And thoughtfully-crafted lyrics and melodies are very important to me, so I must give great songwriters a nod as well. Here goes, then, my Top 15 Playlist Shuffle, in a very particular order indeed:

1. Rhiannon (Fleetwood Mac) • As an impressionable teen, I was enchanted with Stevie Nicks’ floaty brand of bohemian chic. (The picture of a very young Nicks in top hat will stay with me forever.) The group’s watershed albums Fleetwood Mac (1975) and Rumours (1976) got an awful lot of play in our house, and the mystic and ethereal Rhiannon, about a Welsh witch, helped spark an interest in Celtic mythology and get me started on my path. I love this song so much that the main character in my novel-in-progress bears the same name, and if I could have a soundtrack to my life, this one song would be it.

2. Landslide (Fleetwood Mac) • Once again, Nicks’ songwriting and vocals are at their best. She wrote the 1975 song, about her tumultuous relationship with bandmate Lindsey Buckingham, whilst staying alone in a hotel with a mountain view. I love the original as well as the 2006 live video version. I have performed this song on acoustic guitar; it’s a joy to play and sing.

3. Dog and Butterfly and Dream of the Archer (Heart) • Heart, who did their best work in the ’70s, is another group I grew up with. Lead singer Ann Wilson has an amazing vocal range (I can’t sing most of their stuff), and sister Nancy can shred guitar like nobody’s business. Their 1976 debut album, Dreamboat Annie, contains most of my favourites, including Crazy On You: ‘I was a willow last night in my dream / I bent down over a clear running stream / I sang you the song that I heard up above / and you kept me alive with your sweet-flowing love.’ Doesn’t get much better than that, except for the beautiful Dog and Butterfly (1978) and mandolin-infused Dream of the Archer, from 1977’s Little Queen – the cover of which had me longing to be a gypsy.

4. Legend (Clannad) • Okay, this is an entire album, not just one song, but each and every track is near and dear to my heart! I’ve mentioned before that Robin of Sherwood (1984-86) is my absolute all-time favourite TV series; Clannad’s haunting melodies, performed on traditional and modern instruments, were the perfect accompaniment. My top tracks are Herne and Scarlet. Clannad’s next album, Macalla (1985), featured Irish-language Caisleán Óir, another favourite used in the series.

5. Nocturne in C sharp Minor (Chopin) • This was my showpiece when I was taking lessons from my beloved – and very patient – piano teacher and performing in recitals. It made me fall in love with the Romantic movement. I just about aced all those runs and trills ….

6. The Moldau (Smetana) • Part of Smetana’s 1874 symphonic poem Má vlast (My Country), this piece so beautifully depicts the graceful and mighty meandering of the river through the Czech countryside, dotted with charming scenes of traditional rural life.

7. Blackbird (The Beatles) • Paul McCartney’s brilliant piece, with lyrics inspired by 1960s race relations in the U.S., was the first song I learned to play on guitar. This song uses an intricate fingerpicking pattern – my favourite way to play!

8. Homeward Bound (Fraser Walters/The Canadian Tenors) • Available only on the group’s 2010 DVD, The Canadian Tenors Live at the Royal Conservatory of Music, Walters’ achingly beautiful a cappella version of Marta Keen’s anthem makes me sob every time I hear it. If my novel were ever published and then made into a movie (yeah, right!), I’d want this as the theme song.

9. Hallelujah (The Canadian Tenors) • Although they’ve dropped the ‘Canadian’ part as well as former member Remigio Pereira, The Tenors are my favourite current vocal group, and this cover of Leonard Cohen’s classic is a masterpiece. There’s good reason I’ve attended at least four of their concerts, and have their autographs on every CD!

10. Where My Heart Will Take Me (Russell Watson) • Also known as Faith of the Heart, this Diane Warren song was used as the theme for Star Trek Enterprise – the only Trek theme with vocals, which caused a lot of controversy. Listening to Watson’s stirring anthem helped get me through a rocky time in my life.

11. The Highwayman (Loreena McKennitt) • My mother introduced me to Alfred Noyes’ poem of a doomed outlaw when I was a teen. How could I help but be impressed by this vision? ‘He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, / A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; / They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! / And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, / His pistol butts a-twinkle, / His rapier hilt a-twinkle under the jewelled sky.’  McKennitt’s 10-minute abridged version, from her 1997 album The Book of Secrets, deftly evokes pounding hoofbeats over moonlit moors, a romantic hero and tragic love, straining in the dark.

12. Let It Be and Hey Jude (The Beatles) • A two-pack of McCartney’s optimistic and uplifting lyrics, so singable, so perfect. And I love the f-bomb dropped near the end of Jude when McCartney, on piano, plays a wrong chord!

13. You’ll Think of Me (Keith Urban) • You betcha, Mr. Urban! Smokin’ hot number from one of the best guitarists in the world, the song for which he earned his first Grammy. I fell instantly in love when I heard (and saw the video for) Somebody Like You, the first single from his groundbreaking 2002 album, Golden Road. My very hip mom and I have seen him in concert twice. Plus, his hair is prettier than most women’s.

14. Aléjate (Josh Groban) • I love all of Groban’s earlier work and have been to two of his concerts. This wildly romantic Spanish-language song, originally recorded as Just Walk Away by Celine Dion, is from Groban’s eponymous 2001 debut album.

15. For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her (Simon & Garfunkel) • I adore all of the duo’s work, but this one, in which Garfunkel walks ‘on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight’ is just so evocative. Scarborough Fair/Canticle, a folk classic, is another S & G winner, a simplified yet faithful version of which I play on guitar.

I’m going to refrain from nominating other bloggers, as Samantha has already covered several I know. I’ll simply encourage you all to hit the Play button, sing your hearts out and dance like no one is watching. Happy listening!

A Faerie Quest

For many years now, the Faerie Folk have made themselves known on our cottage island. These wee creatures usually remain hidden, appearing only when they want to be seen. The little wooded isle has an abundance of portals, in many forms, which they use to travel from their realm to ours: sometimes the base of a tree (usually oak), sometimes a cleft in the rock. The Wee Folk, for the most part, seem to accept our presence and allow us to go about our business, but we know only a little about them. We have discovered, for example, that their quixotic, mischievous nature can make them rather tricksy. Gardening tools and the lids of cooking pots will be where they should be one hour, and go inexplicably missing the next. The refrigerator may be nearly empty on a Tuesday, and stocked with a staggering seven bottles of salad dressing on Wednesday. And tiny red- and white-spotted parasols, found scattered amongst the leaves where there were none the day before, are signs that the perverse Fae delight in a festive frolic through the woods of a rain-drenched night.

This week, a mysterious scroll, written in elegant hand on aged parchment, was discovered in the house, which is itself quite old. It seemed to have been left by a benefactor, wise in the ways of the Fae, looking out for our welfare. Here is what the message said:

’Twixt water and forest the ancient stones hide,
long since forgot within deep cedar shade;
a place of high rev’rence, once sacrifice made –
an altar, a portal where Faerie folk bide.

Old spirits sigh ’neath the leafy green bower;
they whisper of magick beyond human ken:
should Mortal pass through, a year becomes ten –
and all youth is gone in the count of an hour.

When human eyes light upon grey granite table,
take heed! For hungry Ones watch from the wood!
But gifts from the land must ye bring, fair and good,
to soften their hearts toward Men, if ye’re able.

Upon the high altar, the Fae to appease,
lay these humble off’rings, the spell to unbind;
these gifts must ye proffer, these treasures to find;
in all there are seven – a number to please:

One gem of clear crystal for scrying and Sight;
two feathers, now pluck’d, from wings that flew free;
green cones of the pine, numberéd three;
four stems of wild thyme, a fragrant delight;

For five, bring blue berries, a sweet woodland feast;
six glassy grains from a wave-lapped sand beach;
and last, seven seeds of the wise oaken tree.
Hope the Fae favour your obsequious deeds!

The blessings of Faeries must you also ask,
your future determined by their fitful will.
Seek now, then, these gifts, a long quest to fulfill –
Good Fortune smile on you in your fateful task!

As it seemed prudent to maintain cordial relations with the Fae, we immediately took our gathering baskets to the woods and began foraging for the required gifts. We had some idea of the location of the “grey granite table” – the place on the lakeshore where fishermen past had always cleaned their catch – and, indeed, the signs were there that this was no ordinary set of stones!

With the utmost respect and reverence, we left our seven offerings, along with our own scroll, a carefully-worded beseechment for magickal favour, on the long-lost altar. A short while later, we received word that all was good: the blessing had been made, and the Faerie Quest fulfilled.

Leap of Faith

I’ve done it!

In my previous post, I mentioned that I was making a number of changes, including how I present myself on social media. I was worried that changing this blog’s site address would be complicated and that I might have to purchase a new site. (This was what I’d read in WordPress help, but I know now that I wasn’t using the correct search terminology.) I was also terrified that I’d screw it up, as I usually do whenever technology is involved, and lose everything I’ve done on this blog so far.

I needn’t have worried. I’m pleased to report that I’ve made the change successfully – without help, I might add!

It’s dead easy, actually. In Account Settings, when you change your username, it gives several options, one of which is switching to a new site address that matches the new name, deleting the old address. But it doesn’t specify that the current blog will remain intact. I need to be told these things explicitly – as in, No, dear, all your hard work of the last ten months will not get irrevocably wiped out when you press that button – or else I get really, really nervous.

Before I hit Save, I looked up the topic again in Help; it didn’t give much more detail, and I still wasn’t 100% sure I was doing the right thing. But I was pretty sure. So I held my breath, crossed my fingers and toes, took a giant leap of faith (hard to do when your toes are crossed), and clicked.

Hallelujah! All my previous work is still there, and I feel more at home now that my blog name and address match. Well, they almost match. Unfortunately, I had to add some numbers to the address because the name alone was already taken (by that dead blog I mentioned before, grrr), but I’m okay with that. I then went on to make all the respective corrections to my Facebook pages, including every mentioned link to my blog, as they don’t change automatically, my Etsy shop and my About Me website. (Does anyone use About Me anymore? No, I didn’t think so.) Whew!

I’m a happy little gillyflower now.

Blessed Beltane!

Today marks Beltane, or May Day – the ancient Celtic fire festival of fertility and new life, health and love, prosperity, abundance and protection.

In the old days, farm animals were driven through the smoke of two purifying bonfires to ensure health and fertility for the coming year. Folk would dance around maypoles, weaving ribbons as a symbol of unity and interconnectedness – the joining of male and female. Wise women would pretend to ride a broom around fields, jumping as high as they could to “teach” the crops how to grow. And couples would take themselves into the woods or hills for a night of passion. Afterwards, they might stay together for a period of trial “marriage”; at the end of it, if mutually agreeable, they would undergo a handfasting ceremony later on in the summer.

If you celebrate May Day – or if you don’t, but the budding, flowering, lush greening of the Earth is getting your sap rising – you may want to incorporate some of the following, all associated with Beltane, into your day or the next few weeks:

Colours: green (fertility, life) • pink (love) • red (blood, fire) • white (the Moon)

Symbols: besom/broom • cauldron or chalice (female) • daisy chains, flower garlands and wreaths • eggs (life, fertility) • fire • Maypole (male) • ribbons

Plants, Herbs & Spices: bluebell • clover • coriander • daffodil • dandelion • dogwood • fern • flax(seed) • hawthorn • marjoram • mint • paprika • radish • rose • saffron • violet

Food: dairy products • eggs • green salads • honey • mushrooms • oatmeal

Animals: cat • goat • honeybee • rabbit • swallow

Crystals: bloodstone (courage & protection) • carnelian (the Sun, blood, life force) • emerald (success & abundance) • fluorite (protection, stability) • malachite (loyalty, faithfulness & harmony) • rose quartz (love) • ruby (healing) • tourmaline (cleansing, release from worry)

Oils & Incense: frankincense • jasmine • lilac • musk • neroli • passion flower • rose • sandalwood • vanilla • ylang ylang

Clockwise from far left: Emerald, carnelian, rose quartz heart and Emma egg, fluorite, bloodstone, pink tourmaline in lepidolite matrix, ruby, pink tourmaline

Beltane Activities
Bring fresh flowers or herbs into the houseWear the colours of Spring
Burn candles or incenseEat a light springtime mealTake a walk in the woods

Beltane Blessings Blend
Frankincense to honour ancient ways, night-blooming jasmine for the cycles of the Moon, grapefruit for freshness and hope, rose for love, and sandalwood for protection.

This is a lovely combination to use in your diffuser (number of drops indicated below), or add a few drops of each to a small spray bottle of distilled water for a fresh and romantic body mist.

3 frankincense • 2 jasmine • 1 pink grapefruit • 1 rose • 2 sandalwood