Spring Equinox – A Fragile Balance

There is surprisingly little written about how the Spring Equinox was celebrated in Brythonic tradition. However, we can presume earlier inhabitants of Britain were aware of the equal length of day and night, blackthorn blossom, celandine sparkling beside streams and frogspawn pooling in ponds. They would also have noticed birds nesting and the return of…

‘What Blodeuwedd Never Said To Lleu’ by Megli

My skull which you cradle is a mossy nest of woven wood and feather-tangles. Behind my eyes storms a hive, bee-heat and bee-murmur – Do you feel it when you stroke your man’s thumbs on my eyelids? Bend for the silk of my kiss? Do you hear her, the queen in the cells of my…