tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48193008318790536032024-03-13T08:25:19.575-07:00Small SongsArietta (Meaning: Small Song)
Here you will find the latest information, updates & ramblings from Arietta: Author, Artist, Priestess & PoetAriettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-22617277699223955092024-03-11T09:42:00.000-07:002024-03-11T09:42:30.460-07:00Adding Colour to the Koi Fish Cloisonné Kit | Crafty Live<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/CliLUpeA_nc?si=s9q_Zs8MZ0p0Wdnu" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-54620458933499545952024-01-17T08:33:00.000-08:002024-01-17T08:33:44.973-08:00Event Details | #FamiliarsInFeb | Info, Prizes and More!<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/kt3CJ_uujSc?si=UzNe6htQZGSD3174" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-77885439240963304322023-10-10T17:02:00.001-07:002023-10-10T17:02:45.679-07:00Wonderful Washi & Stunning Stickers! Unboxing a haul from @BayleeJae<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/YqcZQPlBPGI?si=hCqNgRxYFxhSGQco" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-2754265668944897692023-08-14T09:49:00.001-07:002023-08-14T09:49:44.506-07:00My First Look at ARTDOT Diamond Paintings | Unboxing<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/UmN8eJZgSUk" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-80026374037750203582023-05-16T15:04:00.001-07:002023-05-16T15:04:50.946-07:00Crafty Chat | A Real Witch’s Thoughts on Wylde Flowers<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/ZdGxaDd_tPE" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-48607395710476795112023-03-04T09:31:00.001-08:002023-03-04T09:31:55.320-08:00Make It! March 2023 | Update 1 | #TeamMND #MakeItMarch<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/yeYwHOkAl84" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-57602286940201984052022-08-26T07:30:00.000-07:002022-08-26T07:30:01.455-07:00Colouring | Postcards & ProMarkers | Timelapse | Paperchase<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Cg8v1fFxunY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/Cg8v1fFxunY" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-81219059684393178182022-06-24T14:52:00.000-07:002022-06-24T14:52:03.792-07:00Post Review | Spell Queen | Casual Crafts | Ribbon Bag<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/THVKrSgHgBg" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-54009688951552433302022-06-21T16:35:00.001-07:002022-06-21T16:35:12.778-07:00Crafting the Wheel of the Year | Summer Solstice | Timelapse | #onedaysa...<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/qYdULeZioZs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/qYdULeZioZs" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-6240791867144918292022-06-03T05:29:00.001-07:002022-06-03T05:29:19.217-07:00Wordy Witch | Competition Winner | Naming The God<iframe style="background-image:url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/J2vwHLPf_Mw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/J2vwHLPf_Mw" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-44524021374887538222022-03-09T05:08:00.001-08:002022-03-09T05:08:06.087-08:00Channel Trailer - The Crafty Witch UK<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/wRwwrCKKtyg" frameborder="0"></iframe>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-19016454737465158712016-02-25T01:46:00.001-08:002016-02-25T01:46:54.570-08:00Review: Descent into Overworld: Battle of the Blocks 1
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23276920">Descent into Overworld: Battle of the Blocks 1</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/29236">Liam O'Donnell</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1559941558">5 of 5 stars</a>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23276920.Descent_into_Overworld_Battle_of_the_Blocks_1" title="Descent into Overworld Battle of the Blocks 1 by Liam O'Donnell">Descent into Overworld: Battle of the Blocks 1</a><br /><br />A perfect book for fans of the game Mine Craft and a great "in" for parents and educators looking for something to excite a reluctant reader!<br /><br /><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/29236.Liam_O_Donnell">
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Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-8306344191871018152016-01-25T09:30:00.001-08:002016-01-25T09:30:00.727-08:00Review: Pagan Planet: Being, Believing & Belonging in the 21 Century
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26716841">Pagan Planet: Being, Believing & Belonging in the 21 Century</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5391189">Nimue Brown</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1524856899">5 of 5 stars</a>
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Moonbooks does it again! pulling together authors from a miriade of different paths and with varying points of view, and yet, with a great editor and a clear end goal these separate nuggets of wisdom and experience are pulled together and with the use of an almost invisible, gossamer like thread, they are joined to become a single work which is more than worthy to sit on shelves along side other classics of Paganism.<br /><br />Whether you have an interest in saving the planet, raising a family in a Pagan friendly way or working out how to live as a Pagan in modern society there will be something in here to make you laugh, cry and think.<br /><br />This book represents the diversity which is the very heart of Modern Paganism.<br /><br />
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Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-69097708792102715312015-08-17T04:59:00.001-07:002015-08-17T04:59:05.296-07:00Review: Poems for Pagans
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26095529">Poems for Pagans</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/523063">Nick Ford</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1366150849">5 of 5 stars</a>
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A great debut collection of poems which once devoured calls forth to be read again and again as the reader finds something new and intriguing within the verses each time.<br /><br />I eagerly await the next instalment!
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Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-46913627386082550282015-04-07T07:18:00.000-07:002015-04-07T07:18:57.117-07:00Rivers Deep - A Pagan Perspective<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Launched on the 31 May 2014 it boasts a diverse collection of talk shows and new age music. <br />One of these shows is Rivers Deep - A Pagan Perspective and is hosted by my dear friend and fellow Sister Witch, Romany Rivers, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rivers-Deep-A-Pagan-Perspective/522283111247414?sk=info&tab=page_info">(Find her here, On facebook)</a><div>
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Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-16126486630709824902014-10-13T14:54:00.001-07:002014-10-13T15:08:17.697-07:00October Poetry Writing Month - Day 10<div>Morning Train</div><div><br></div><div>Sleepy eyes and tired bones </div><div>Slightly damp from the morning rain</div><div>Which caught me before the bus could whisk me away</div><div>On this, my latest adventure</div><div><br></div><div>I sit.</div><div>Huddled beneath layers of wool, and fleece, and cotton</div><div>As I wait for the train to move off from the station</div><div>I sip at steaming morning coffee</div><div>A small luxury served in a paper cup</div><div>My morning medicine, to wake me up</div><div><br></div><div>The train shudders and shakes</div><div>No new speedy engine this one</div><div>More like a primeval beast</div><div>Lumbering through the countryside</div><div>But eventually we reach full speed</div><div>The jolts become a gentler hypnotic drum</div><div><br></div><div>I feel the steady hum of the train beneath me</div><div>As scenery flashes by my window</div><div>The Sun is coming up</div><div>Turning a dark sky to azure blue</div><div>The golden orb of our fiery star peeks tentatively through the clouds</div><div>As we head towards the city</div><div><br></div><div>The light is reflected off of the tall glass buildings</div><div>And the city seems ablaze with golden reflections</div><div>Not long now to my destination</div><div>I relax into my seat</div><div>Enjoying these minutes of quiet</div><div>Before the bustle of city life surrounds me</div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLBFz3ryI6Joyf74dnNpyA42TyLp0FecvQiF2gTFBLMYD9q1aIzQNGRoyG9p_aMPu92m-KIVbOe_1gq-Q7CW3PqTzl0ffGWTvfI0Dk6G30peTtFN4sEwoSPvbK4sTtv_CobC8vjqG2wU/s640/blogger-image-2039322209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheLBFz3ryI6Joyf74dnNpyA42TyLp0FecvQiF2gTFBLMYD9q1aIzQNGRoyG9p_aMPu92m-KIVbOe_1gq-Q7CW3PqTzl0ffGWTvfI0Dk6G30peTtFN4sEwoSPvbK4sTtv_CobC8vjqG2wU/s640/blogger-image-2039322209.jpg"></a></div>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-78410691376348030822014-10-13T14:44:00.001-07:002014-10-13T14:50:26.825-07:00October Poetry Writing Month - Day 9<div>First day at school</div><div><br></div><div>I wake up already nervous</div><div>Chew toast</div><div>Drink tea</div><div>Auto pilot pushing me forward</div><div>Smart new clothes</div><div>New bag</div><div>New pens</div><div>Tidy! From my neat hair to my shiny shoes.</div><div>The bus takes forever,</div><div>But I don't mind if we never get there</div><div>Suddenly, the bus stops</div><div>The driver looks at me with pity</div><div>As I make my way to the front and alight</div><div>Into the foggy grey of this September morning.</div><div>Dead leaves, frosty under foot,</div><div>Crunch and crumble</div><div>In to the gate I go</div><div>There are groups of kids huddled together</div><div>In packs, like wolves,</div><div>They stop talking when they see me.</div><div>Eyes stare from the windows</div><div>And through the tennis court fences</div><div>Inside I scuttle</div><div>One quick cup of tea to warm me</div><div>And it is time...</div><div>The bell tolls and I open the classroom door...</div><div>"Good morning class 3, I am your new teacher, Mrs B"</div><div> </div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMN3EFre5U5GmdNoCnRrfTeW_guVf4-DiMHkCDEFBHeL9D2s82Zc00uCpJos00vZlptlqmkWATu5DCyL0tuXfmsGuojSUUGG-Zz8OLHc1NVK8sziahXS5t8WhcC_9wJtzUNKlUV_JWzE/s640/blogger-image-1594018412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Each day the journey is the same</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Travelling with strangers with no names</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Heads bent low they read their phones</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Each in a bubble a</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">ll alone</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We don't speak or chat to others</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Head phones in signals "please don't bother"</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We are a nation of social networkers</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Each in trapped a spidery web of isolating connections</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Alone in the hustle and bustle of the world</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Crowded streets where no one sees anyone</span></div></div>Ariettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854975569813533489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819300831879053603.post-66707305021668579462014-10-03T13:56:00.001-07:002014-10-03T13:56:15.045-07:00October Poetry Writing Month - Day 3<div> </div><div>3rd October</div><div><br></div><div><u>Dancing with Words</u></div><div><br></div><div>When I write poetry</div><div>I like to watch the words as they fall onto the page</div><div>They seem to dance like stardust,</div><div>Slowly they settle into their right place</div><div>They squeeze themselves into pentameter and stanza</div><div>Into sentence and into rhyme</div><div>They yearn for me to use them</div><div>Each and every one</div><div>Golden nuggets brought forth</div><div>From beneath chewed pencils and smudgy pens</div><div>They leap and jump at my command</div><div>(And sometimes of their own free will)</div><div> We - The Words and I -</div><div>Carve out our dance floor together.</div><div><br></div><div>Arietta Bryant (c) <a href="tel:03/10/14" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="telephone" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0">03/10/14</a></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1g-S45dYFIjZ_fLA3OvxEPoHg3aTfsNDmOWf2NwtL3n8innMcXHFPEqb6m3gWJv1Gh_05I17xXBb3ck_tRAp6oeM9NECeyMW-BLLp5Uh3T1Xbmq6vw2igU1s12wyQ9Y5_oWZMxrpF4s/s640/blogger-image-334524479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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