Walk in Dreams Wednesday

Sunlight, moonlight,

Twilight, Starlight--

Gloaming at the close of day,

And an owl calling.

Cool dews falling

In a wood of oak and may.

 Lantern-light, taper-light,

Torch-light, no-light:

Darkness at the shut of day,

And lions roaring,

Their wrath purring

In the wild waste place far away,

 Elf-light, bat-light,

Touchwood-light, and toad-light,

And the sea a shimmering gloom and gray,

And a small face smiling

In a dream beguiling

In a world of wonders far away.

Dream-Song

~Walter de la Mare

Fight For Your Girls

Athena's Armoury is hosting a seriously amazing raffle in support of breast cancer. The lady behind the chainmaille is one rad warrior princess, and she's training and fundraising for the Susan G. Komen 3-day Walk for the Cure. So many wonderful artists have donated their work for her raffle and I highly recommend that you check out all the prizes being offered. There are many of my friends and fellow FAE teammates among the contributors, and yours truly has created a mermaid piece, appropriately titled "Cop a Feel".

So many wonderful people I know have been touched by this disease and I honor them and everyone that has  raised their shields in defense and taken up the fight.

Wilde Wednesday Words

Her ivory hands on the ivory keys

Strayed in a fitful fantasy,

Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees

Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly,

Or the drifting foam of a restless sea

When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.

Her gold hair fell on the wall of gold

Like the delicate gossamer tangles spun

On the burnished disk of the marigold,

Or the sunflower turning to meet the sun

When the gloom of the dark blue night is done,

And the spear of the lily is aureoled.

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine

Burned like the ruby fire set

In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,

Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,

Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet

With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

~Oscar Wilde

Medieval Mood

Julia Margaret Cameron's Pre Raphaelite photograph.

Just a few treasures that came out of a Medieval mood that was upon me.

Washer at the Ford Earrings are more a play on the word rather than the summoning of the bean sidhe herself.

St George's Souvenir is a talismanic bit of dragon scale.

To Look Inside is a chatelaine styled necklace with tools for introspection; a key, a mirror, a locket...

The Sap Moon, The Crow Moon

The Sap Moon, one of the many names March's full moon goes by, heralds the return of the sap to the trees in North America. Imagine the life blood rising slowly and sweetly, up the trunk and reaching outward to the branches, touching the new leaf stirrings with amber magic.
The sugar maple has the sweetest sap of all the trees, and it only runs for a very short time from the first thaw til the first buds (just 4-6 weeks).


The Crow Moon is another appellation for the moon of March, the black birds cawing out tidings of Spring. Crow, the shape-shifter, trickster, clever corvid of transformation. Collector of shinies, omen-laden, cackling in a murder.


The Fantasy Artists of Etsy (FAE team) host a monthly dare for it's members to create according to the theme of each month's moon. Here are the incredible items my fellow team mates were inspired to bring to life:

My own Snake Priestess Earrings. I wanted to use amber, for the sap, and had a completely different idea when I first started to make them. They manifested themselves, answering a chthonic call from the down-deeps with the moon as their witness. Amber, jet, moonstone, and snake vertebrae.

Maple Leaf Cartilage Chain Earring by Merigreenleaf

Keep the Sap Flowing Bracelet by ErtheFae

Crow Descending from the Moon by SplendidFish

Thought Memory and Moon, The Mad Raven Conspiracy of Spring by Carapace

Raven Moon Neck Ruff by NightLilyDesign

Crow Moon Necklace and Earrings by Anika's Art

Raven Crow Moon Statue by PhenomeGNOME, who also has some cool fairy checks you might want to check out!

Think Greek

I've had Ancient Greece much on my mind of late- ok, it's often on my mind but significantly more so recently. There is such rich archaeology to be studied and discovered that it holds me spellbound. I was graciously gifted with a bounty of serpent treasure by my friend Erika at Kika's Fancy and though I felt like I had a thousand ideas, I was having a terrible time putting anything "right" together. Then a muse smacked me in the head and I had it. Inspired by the Snake Goddess figurines uncovered at Knossos, Crete, snake vertebrae ear adornments heavy with imagery... Minoan Relic Earrings.

Shortly after I finished another pair in this series, I came across two archaeology articles about Crete, both stunning and spectacular in their own right.

It seems that recent excavations have provided evidence of not only very early habitation of the island, but also the ability of pre humans to have used sea travel incredibly earlier than previously thought. The earliest maritime voyagers were placed at 60,000 years ago, but these stone tools on Crete have been dated to at least 130,000 years ago, and possibly much earlier than that. (Click here for a wonderfully bookish article on the subject.)

Additionally, deliciously, new areas have been excavated at Eleutherna, Crete which have uncovered enormous urn burials and a monument tomb of a dynasty of priestesses. These womens' remains are familial; there was a 200 year matrilineal bloodline interred and a wealth of grave goods, including ritual implements of enormous value even at that time, the 8th century BC. This was touted as one of archaeology's top 10 finds for 2009.

This is a Greek terracotta applique of a Gorgon, found at Ancient Touch. She has wings and snakes on her head, pink pigment on her lips and blue on her eyes. Only 3.4", from the 2nd century BC.

Minoan Snake Goddess, 1600 BCE, Knossos, Crete

She Walks Among Us

Celebrating the return of The Maiden, of Kore, She-Who-Comes-Again. Persephone returns to the above world, trailing flowers in her wake, smiling warmth and radiant youth on the land.

She is one of the most spectacular deities in her dual role of balancing life and death, the One who walks the circle and leads us in ongoing transformation. I dispel the myth of her raped-and-stolen story and allow her to embrace her destiny as the Sacred Bride, not to have her sacrifice be diminished by rumors of victimization. She is not running home to her mother, crying upon her forced return to the world below. She rises with Spring and flings her arms wide, and then descends with Winter all-gathered in her dark embrace.  (for more on my murmurings on Persephone's mysteries, read here...)

And so, I hail the Ineffable Maiden, and welcome her footsteps, with "Persephone Rising".