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As some of you know, just after our lovely Beltane at Mount Franklin 2011, I left the country to travel to the Uk to work for a year. Seeing I am observing many festivals while I am here, i thought I'd do a report on many of them. There seems to be so many amazingly organised events here in England and I have learned many things at these events that I plan to bring home.
I have had the fortune to live in Marsden since I arrived in the UK. I did not know about it beforehand, indeed it was just another village in west West Yorkshire to me, but since I have come here I have discovered just what village life is all about. There is an amazing sense of community here, a pagan-friendly, open-minded hamlet in the south-west end of the Colne Valley and its festivals are revered and maintained annually. Every year for 20 years now, there has been an Imbolc fire festival held here.
I also had to fortune of participating in this year’s festival – as a fire twirler. I met and have become friends with the original, and still present organiser, Angela Boycott-Garnett, who also runs the local Morris team, the Thieving Magpies, which I have also joined. Angela appears to organise almost all the local festivals here in Marsden – from when I met her, she was organising the Imbolc festival, and the moment that event ended, it was straight into organising Cuckoo Day (April). Angela is a great lover of English folkloric festivals – attending morris and sword dancing events, Mummers’plays, Rush-cart festivals and anything else where the traditions of Merrie England is possible.
The 2012 MIFF event was held on the 4th of February and on that day, perfect snow fell. Nice and crunchy underfoot. The festival starts in the village near the train station by the Railway pub. Drummers and people masked as foxes walk with lanterns heading a procession towards the Imbolc festival location – the Standedge Visitor Centre. All the people follow in the procession – carrying homemade lanterns made of willow and white tissue paper. Along the road are several lanterns hanging from trees, glowing like little moons. When the procession reaches the visitor centre, they see down from the road, the sight of the fire twirlers on their hill, already performing their synchronized routines.



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| Monet's Garden Giverny France 2008 Three years ago I found myself in France at the height of a European Summer. It was a heady experience for sure. The language and culture so different from my own and a style of living which contrasted significantly from my own. Most significantly for me and that which continues to astound me was the light and colour of a Solstice like nothing I had ever seen before. Of a day that lasts for 24 hours...... You realise how different the shades and hues are in contrast to that of Australian skies. Here our skies are the most brilliant blue, and the sun so strong and energetic blasts across our landscape with great regularity. Our Solstice is not so noticeable physically. We do not have the long winters associated with our Northern Hemisphere cousins. Even in Winter we can enjoy more than the odd day of sunshine and pleasant weather. Our lives are less restricted by the seriousness of sub zero weather conditions. We are insulated from the experiences that tie many of our ancestries to the Northern lands. And our longest day passes by virtually unnoticed, unlike the Midsummer celebrations of the Orkney Isles where Orcadians gather and play a 24 hour round of golf 18 holes drinking whiskey throughout the course...few have made it to the now legendary 18th hole... But there is still a connection that we feel, and a palpable and visual clue that heralds each season here in Australia. The first stirrings of Spring are seen as the earth begins to stir and awaken from her wintery repose. As Spring progresses the earth begins to warm and the first signs of many of our beautiful summer flowers, natives and fruit and veg begin to blossom. How thrilling these moments are to me now, but I think how reassuring and welcomed they would have been to my forefathers in the Highlands and Border regions of Scotland and in Prussia. In many countries it is also called St Johns Day, although pronounced a sacred day in Christianity many of its customs still bear the hallmarks of paganism. In Mexico for example the customs of St Johns Day are associated with bonfires, bathing, water and decoration of wells and rivers with flowers. St John being the nominated patron saint of the Element of Water. (Kindly reproduced The Sun in summer Artist: Frey Micklethwait. Source: Museum Victoria) Behold the sacred union and eternal fires, welcome spirit, celebration and festivity as we herald in Litha /Midsummer! (Albert France 2008) However you choose to celebrate Midsummer let it be in joy and festivity-hand to hand and heart to heart B*B. (Picture courtesy of European Association for Astronomy Education) (Image courtesy of http://lucyria.com/cards/solstice-australia) Summer Solstice (AEDT):2011 December 22, 4:30pm 2012 December 21, 10:11pm References: Ronald Hutton: The Pagan Religions of the Ancient British Isles Deborah Lipp: The Elements of Ritual Anne Ross: Folklore of the Scottish Highlands Doreen Valiente: The Rebirth of Witchcraft Owen Davis: Cunning Folk Popular Magic in English History John Lindow: A Norse Mythology: A Guide to Gods, Heroes, Rituals & Beliefs |