Yesterday, while down at the beach relaxing watching the waves, I began to notice shapes or images within the foam on the water. I immediately recognised this as skrying, which normally I do via fire, and many years before through the clouds.

The rapid changing foam though posed a problem trying to process or understand the shape. This maybe a form I will come back to, and to be honest you can really skry with anything, the idea being that you enter a meditative state, establish a soft focus to the somewhere past the medium you are using and let the mind wander. The subconscious and/or external forces will then present images interpreted or associated through partial recognition.

So any medium, preferably one that can respond or adjust slightly due to the environment in a random way makes for the best imagery.

In this case, the rapidly changing waves means there is an element of urgency that does not lend well to the relaxed state required, but I will have another go when the waves are not so large.

Land, Sky and Sea

Since I picked up on this Dahm song end of last year it has increasingly burrowed in to my awareness of how I relate to my surroundings.

Ok, the sea has always been there for me, that I frequently mention. The sky nearly as important. It is the land that I have my greatest issues with in regards to how I involve it in my path. Again, I mention this lack connection with it fairly often. I have so little affinity for stone circles that I sometimes think I must be missing something that everyone else gets. The past year I have made an effort to explore and experieance them so perhaps I will learn in time.

Perhaps too as far as the land goes I feel there are no old wild places in Kent, most woodland is result of management over the centuried. The only wild places that I can truly call that is the sea. Untamed by mans hand.

In the end, my path does not generally involve the physical, so the value these three give me can only go so far. I will still try though.



Winter and the time following Yule for me usually leads to feeling the need to prepare for spring. I become restless, perhaps due to being stuck in doors because of bad weather, and I know it can annoy the family as to relieve the boredom I have sudden urges to tidy and organise.

The effects this period has on my spiritual path is to do likewise prepare for spring and what I aim to do for the year. Of course I tend to already roughly know the plans as my goddess will have informed me back at Samhain what she wants me to do, so really I am actually working out how to bring it about and sowing the seeds to see it fruit.

With the visible signs, even under the recent snow (not that there is much down this corner of Kent), I see the signs of change. Odd. But there you go. The most obvious for me is the change in light.

This turning point after Yule, the mid winter, not one I generally mark as a festival as such, is the extent from the mid summer which I do. To feel the return of summer…