Rivers Deep - A Pagan Perspective

I had to post my excitement about the United Pagan Radio Station...

http://www.unitedpaganradio.net/

Launched on the 31 May 2014 it boasts a diverse collection of talk shows and new age music.
One of these shows is Rivers Deep - A Pagan Perspective and is hosted by my dear friend and fellow Sister Witch, Romany Rivers, (Find her here, On facebook)

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As if that wasn't exciting enough, if you tune in on Wednesday at 8pm Eastern Time (Thursday at 1am UK) Romany will be chatting with yours truly. Check out the interview to find out a bit more about my writing, both the solo books and also my participation in collaborative community books via the popular pagan publisher Moon Books

We also talked at length about my views on Paganism & Education including the positives and pitfalls of trying to demystify the Craft, and when best to introduce your personal practices to your children.

I had a great time on the show and hope that you enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed taking part. I am sure that this wont be the last you hear of me on Rivers Deep but in the meantime I am looking forward to listening and learning from the many other guests Romany has planned for us in the future.

So do check out the show this week and leave me a comment to let me know what you thought.

October Poetry Writing Month - Day 10

Morning Train

Sleepy eyes and tired bones 

Slightly damp from the morning rain

Which caught me before the bus could whisk me away

On this, my latest adventure

I sit.

Huddled beneath layers of wool, and fleece, and cotton

As I wait for the train to move off from the station

I sip at steaming morning coffee

A small luxury served in a paper cup

My morning medicine, to wake me up

The train shudders and shakes

No new speedy engine this one

More like a primeval beast

Lumbering through the countryside

But eventually we reach full speed

The jolts become a gentler hypnotic drum

I feel the steady hum of the train beneath me

As scenery flashes by my window

The Sun is coming up

Turning a dark sky to azure blue

The golden orb of our fiery star peeks tentatively through the clouds

As we head towards the city

The light is reflected off of the tall glass buildings

And the city seems ablaze with golden reflections

Not long now to my destination

I relax into my seat

Enjoying these minutes of quiet

Before the bustle of city life surrounds me

October Poetry Writing Month - Day 9

First day at school

I wake up already nervous

Chew toast

Drink tea

Auto pilot pushing me forward

Smart new clothes

New bag

New pens

Tidy! From my neat hair to my shiny shoes.

The bus takes forever,

But I don't mind if we never get there

Suddenly, the bus stops

The driver looks at me with pity

As I make my way to the front and alight

Into the foggy grey of this September morning.

Dead leaves, frosty under foot,

Crunch and crumble

In to the gate I go

There are groups of kids huddled together

In packs, like wolves,

They stop talking when they see me.

Eyes stare from the windows

And through the tennis court fences

Inside I scuttle

One quick cup of tea to warm me

And it is time...

The bell tolls and I open the classroom door...

"Good morning  class 3, I am your new teacher, Mrs B"

 

October Poetry Writing Month - Day 8

Day 8

Oh the sweet sweet joy of a new book!

The glossy cover,

The perfect spine,

This is a moment to be savoured.

This new tome,

Freshly plucked from shelf in shop,

Or torn from postal packaging at home.

This small book is cause for celebration,

A sort of romanticised ceremony

Of ethereal jazz and distant chatter,

Any coffee shop will do,

It really doesn't matter,

But the comfort and bliss

Of sitting and sipping,

And then the first turn of the first page

Careful not to break the binding!

Slowly, into the narrative you find yourself sliding

Minutes turn into hours...

Pages turn into chapters...

You are lost in this new world

As your cup grows cold

And the light diminishes

"Just one more page" you think, 

"I need to finish this".

And when the day is almost done

You reluctantly head for home

And when at home, It's up to bed,

To read some more, until sleep claims your head.

(C) Arietta Bryant

October 2014

October Poetry Writing Month - Day 7

Day 7

Free Bird

I see my life flashing by

But always forward must I fly

I am a bird upon the breeze

The path of least resistance please!

To be a bird would be quite a thrill

With feathered wing and chirping bill

I take flight now to ride the winds

But now I know on each dice spin

I can be the master of my life

I am more than mum and wife

I am the wise owl of the night

I can choose which way I fly

October Poetry Writing Month - Day 6

"Write!" she said...

"Write the words and they will heal you",

"Tell your story" she says, "And they will hear you".

"Go to the dark place and I'll be your light".

"I will be there for you in sorrow filled nights"

But what if the door to that place can't be closed

What If I'm lost there with memories of old

I don't want to open the door in the dark

To remember the days of a horror that's passed

I just want to be light and joy filled and happy

There are things best left hidden and wrapped up in plastic

I don't want to go to the dark place I scream

Typing so hard that my fingers might bleed

If I just keep typing and think cheerful thoughts

She won't make me go there and open that door

But for all my protesting I feel I am moving

Getting a bit closer, but unsure what I am doing

There is a door up ahead it's bolted and locked

It's covered in cobwebs and rusted up shut

But just underneath it I think I see light

Perhaps I might open it up... tonight  

October Poetry Writing Month - Day 5

Behind the Curtain

Standing in the dark behind the curtain

I wait...

Feeling the energy rising

I breathe...

Adrenalin coursing

I close my eyes...

Heart pounding In my chest

I am ready...

But in the back of my head, that nagging doubt

Why do I do this to myself?

For all that I fear it,

In these moments of quiet panic, before the lights come up

I live for the rush, the thrill

To live my art

In body, soul and heart