Spring Book Special for All

When daisies pied and violets blue

And lady-smocks all silver-white

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,

The cuckoo then, on every tree,

Mocks married men; for thus sings he,

Cuckoo;

Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,

Unpleasing to a married ear!

 

 

So wrote William Shakespeare in his poem entitled "Spring".  Here in Adelaide the jasmine, daffodils and jonquils are all in flower in my garden.  So too are my beloved irises (which have never actually stopped flowering) and before too long catkins will appear on the wisteria.  Ooh, what a joyous time of the year it is. 

 

As a way of celebrating the arrival of spring, I have decided to  have a "Spring Sale" and reduce copies of Dancing the Sacred Wheel by $10.00 when purchased through Paypal.  This Spring price includes postage anywhere in Australia as well as the book autographed by myself.

 

Ancient Goddesses at the Goddess Conference

At this year's Australian Goddess Conference, to be held over the weekend of 24 to 26 October in Sydney, the theme is "The Wellspring" - a place of community gathering, exploration of wise ways, and the celebration of the receptive waters of womanhood and the moon.

 

It is within these receptive waters that the wisdom of the ancients, the primordial mothers, can be found. As such, I am delighted to announce that I will be presenting a workshop at this year's Goddess Conference on two such "mothers" from the ancient lands of Mesopotamia - Tiamat (the primordial Creatrix) and Ereshkigal.

 

Winter Solstice - A Time of Chaos and Misrule

For those of us living south of the equator, today marks the time of the Winter Solstice, where for a short period of time the sun seems to "stand still" as it has reached the northern most point in it journey, before making the slow swing back to the southern point. 

 

In Beyond the Blue Horizon, astronomer and author Dr Krupp described this time as “the turning point” of the year and the moment when “all of nature was poised to step over the border” of the old cycle into the new.  In other words, it will be the winter solstice, the time when the sun reaches its southern most point of its cycle, resulting in the shortest number of daylight hours. 

 

First Delivery has Arrived

And it is joy upon joy when I collected two large and rather heavy boxes of books from the local post office this afternoon. 

 

Now to undertake the slow process of handwriting personal dedications to all those wonderful people who have been waiting patiently for their books - not to mention addressing all the satchels that will then be carted back to the post office.