Lost in Lindsey

The Thoughts and Adventures of a Lincolnshire Polytheist



Some book reviews that might interest people

I’ll start with fiction. This book has a ‘pagan’ feel to it and draws on folklore.

Pendle Fire, by Paul Southern

On to the non-fiction.

  • The first book is not really ‘pagan’ but is tangentially related. It discusses current research about how natural environments effect the human brain.

The Nature Fix, by Florence Williams

  • Secondly, we have a new book from Moon Books, an introductory volume about Odin

Odin, Meeting the Norse Allfather, by Morgan Daimler

I’m hoping to get back to writing here regularly. My main book blog, (and university, writing novels, and medical stuff,) has been taking up a lot of time, so I haven’t had time or energy to focus on this one, or my craft blog.



Glade Eastertid

It’s official. We’ve reached the full moon in April and Easter has begun. Different people celebrate for varying amounts of time. I think I’ll keep my Easter decorations up until May Day.


We had some lovely weather over the weekend, up into double figures. There were the first BBQs of the year (I smelt them from a distance) and I ate in the garden.

Today I’ve had a bit of a tidy up in the back garden, dressed my alter with fresh flowers from the from garden and planted some sunflower seeds in a pot to get them started.

Nothing exciting but it words for me. Going now, out of spoons.


Summer’s End; what shall we call it?

Afternoon, faithful but often disappointed by my lack of content, readers.

I’ve just got back from my weekly sewing group and we’ve started on the Christmas crafting. Yep it’s that time of year again when thoughts turn to gluttony and gifts. Before that we have Halloween though and of course in the pagan community it’s ‘Mabon’in a week. 

I do not celebrate Mabon; the name ‘Mabon’ has never been associated with the autumn equinox, it is the name of quite an obscure god appropriated by early members of the witchcraft tradtions as a festival name in the 40’s and 50’s. There is no reference to celebrations for the autumn solistice in any survivng Anglo-Saxon or Continental Iron Age literature, that I kniow of. That being said, September is called ‘Haligmonath’, christianised to ‘Harvestmonath’, by Bede in his Ecclisiastical History. It’s a holy harvest month; the grain harvest is long over, what we’re bringing in now is the fruit – apples and pears, blackberries, rosehips and sloes. The fruit of the orchard and hedgerow. The stuff that stored, pickled, made in to jams and steeped in alcohol provided a source of fruit through the winter. 

Next weekend I’ll be celebrating that harvest, thankful for the fruit that my ancestors survived on and thankful for the free food I find as I take the dogs out for a walk, or go for a stroll myself. I’ll be with a bunch of druids and pagans who have a different religious calender to me; we each will find different meaning in the same celebration, each as valid as the other.

If I don’t call Mabon ‘Mabon’, what do I call the autumn equinox? 

Nothing. Well, the autumn equinox, I suppose. But as a celebration? To me it doesn’t have a name. Haligmonath is the name of the month, a time to celebrate the fruits and last harvests. I might choose to celebrate it all month or I might choose to celebrate on a specific day, or I might do both. Joining other pagans in a festival is a bonus and I’ll take a different meaning from it than my friends who are druids or who are exclectic pagans, or who are Christo-Pagans. 

There’s room enough for us all to find our own meaning’s and to use whatever name fits.

My weekend ‘to do’ list:

  • Forage cooking apples, eating apples, brambles (if there are any left), sloes.
  • Learn how to make use of rosehips; forage rosehips.
  • Collect firewood if the rain stops long enough for them to dry out.

Best be off.



Morning people, 

I’m spending today at a craft and gift fair trying to make a little bit of money. I’m going to spend the time writing and reading when we’re customer free. I’m hoping we’ll get loads of customers though because I’m ridiculously short of money. I prey Ing, Frijja and Nehelenia bless our enterprises.

The local pagan groups are having their Lughnasadh rite today. It’s out in the country somewhere so I can’t go even if I was free. I hope they have a good day. 
In other news, I went to a local authors event yesterday to network and pick up tips. I also got given 4 books to review. Best be off, the fair’s open.
Edit: Lammastide, evening edition
Evening all, 
I’m back from the fair, had tea and then had a read to settle my frazzled brain; I actually managed sell enough to cover my table fee. My family came to the fair and raided our stall. We also donated a few bits for my nephew’s Lifestyle Challenge raffle next weekend. He’s trying to raise money to get a new bench for the fishing pond. Good luck to the boy. 

Anyway, this evening I’ve been reading other people’s Lammas/Lughnasadh posts and I’ve been thinking. Most people write that it’s the festival of the first harvest (Lammas that is; Lughnasadh has a different origin which I’m sure a Brythonic polytheist could explain better than I). Lammas comes from ‘loaf mass’ and there’s much to-do about the grain harvest. 

Some of those writers clearly do not live in agricultural regions. Lincolnshire is very agricultural with urban islands on the north and south coasts and in the centre at Lincoln. Harvest started a month ago, they’re bailing straw already. It’s late this year too. The variety of wheat has changed in the last century or so and the growing season has been extended by new varieties and the changing climate.
Gardeners, either at home or on allotments, have also been harvesting since late May, depending on the crop. I got mine in late and I’ve still been harvesting regularly for at least two weeks. Which reminds me, the garlic is out and drying on the windowledge, I’ve had two or three strawberries a day for the last week, my peas are still cropping but they’re slowing down. Luckily the green beans and runner beans are taking up the slack, starting yesterday. Against my expectations I actually have cucumbers growing. Still waiting for the tomatoes though. The salad leaves just keep on giving. Since poverty and all that, I’ve been thankful to my deities from the first moment I started harvesting because food grown means less to buy (and I recommend sugar snap peas straight off the plant for breakfast). 

Times, they be a’changing; most people are oblivious to plants and farming, so the focus of Lammas has become more flexible, in my observed experience. Which is why many now celebrate the ‘harvest’ of achievements etc. for the year. It’s great to see people’s achievements; I’m proud to say my three youngest cousins have received their Bachelor’s degrees this summer, and I’ve been accepted on an MA course. I’m considering declining it though, because I’ve found one more suited to me that I’ve applied for and I’m waiting to hear from. I’m not getting ten grand into debt for something that’s not right for me. My sister is also looking at Masters courses, and my first two novels are being read by critical friends to help me improve them. Never know, this time next year I might have got them published 😀

Back to my point? Did I have a point? I’m not sure; too tired to think straight. I think I’m rambling at this point and you should draw your own conclusions.
Good night, have a lovely summer.

First harvest of 2016

Poh-tay-toes, boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew!

Honour to you Ing, Bringer of Peace and Good Seasons, for full bellies and fresh food from the Earth.

I’ve just emptied my potato growing bag for the first earlies I planted in spring. Not a huge harvest but theyll keep me going. 

My peas and beans have started to flower so hopefully I’ll be harvesting them in the next few weeks. I’ve been taking salad leaves for the last couple of days. My strawberry plants are flowering and putting out new runners, which I will be carefully cultivating to get more plants. I’m very excited about my pear trees; they seem to be thriving this year and I should have four or five pears to harvest.

Also, meet Hubert, birthday dragon and house/garden guardian.

Cute little begger, ain’t he?

Met a new pagan group last night

Last night was fun, but I’m exhausted!

I took a trip through to Scunthorpe on the train (yay for trains!), to got to the Abus Coritani monthly moot. They were all very friendly, mostly witches and druids but one other heathen too, and I felt relaxed enough to actual talk to people. We discussed a variety of subjects pulled from a jar. The venue was lovely, but I’m going to have to take more cash next time; I want some of that lovely ice cream!

I got a lift back to the station with a couple and I’m trying to arrange a lift to the summer solstice ritual. If I can get to Scunny someone might give me a lift. I’d like that. Apparently there is feasting and shenanigans 😀

What lovely weather.

The summer seems to have decided to put in a brief appearance. My marigolds have started to flower, the garlic is doing well, all the leeks are in, and I’ve finally been able to buy and set my pea seeds, some indoors and some outside. That’s about all I’ve managed this week actually. I was feeling ill Sunday (May Day) and put it down to hay fever – oil seed rape is a major cash crop around here – so on Monday when I went shopping I didn’t think much of the prickly throat I’d developed. When I got home I planted my peas and planned a small May Day celebration.

That got cancelled quickly when I started having trouble breathing. By Tuesday I was coughing constantly, couldn’t get out of bed for more than half an hour or stay awake for more than an hour at a time. My closest friends described me as sounding like I have the plague and looking like death.

It’s only a cold (with a side order of hay fever and asthma) and today has seen some improvements, but I’m still making funny noises as I breathe and stairs continue to be a struggle. I’m not coughing as much and I’ve been able to stay awake a few hours to read but that’s it. I even made it out in to sit in the garden for twenty minutes

It’s funny, for a given value of funny, considering that May is a time for celebrating the start of summer, and more life, that I feel like dying.

In Old English, May is Theimlchi – three milkings – and the increase in milk available from cows and sheep would have provided a nice supplement to the diet, still quite restricted before summer vegetables become available. There’s no definitive evidence that any religious rites took place in May and much of the trappings of modern May Day celebrations are Victorian in origin – such as the ribbon dance – but the warming weather, and with it the promise of food from my garden to supplement my rather meager rations (I’m more than a bit broke this week – my rent, gas and electricity, and contents insurance go out before my next ESA payment so I have £2 to live on for ten days unless someone lends me some cash. It’s like this every month, carefully budgeting doesn’t change the fact that if you’re sick and can’t work then life is hard) is a reason to celebrate. If I had the energy I would. I even missed my Friday devotions yesterday and had to say my thanks prayer in bed between naps.

Random news, when I’m better I’m going to start on an embroidery to honour the Goddess Nehelenia, based on the votive alters found in the Netherlands and in Cologne. Several years ago I made a similar one for the Mothers based on votive alters.

My embroidery for the Mothers

Image I’m going to work from for Nehelenia embroidery

I’m worn out now, so I’m off back to bed for a lie down. I hope you are well and enjoying the good weather.



Friday Is A Busy Day

I found a set of post about Eostre on the UK Heathenry Facebook page that I’d like to share. It’s written by someone who uses the nym Cavalorn on Livejournal and apparently every year he does a post debunking various ‘Easter’ myths. This year he decided to make a case for Eostre and the festival of Eostur. Continue reading “Friday Is A Busy Day”

Attempting to meet new pagan people (and failing miserably)

I’ve often wanted to meet more people who have similar beliefs to me but I’ve always been a bit put off by the in-fighting I see online, and my anxiety condition. A few weeks ago, in a fit of bravery I joined two UK based heathen Facebook groups, UK Heathenry and Asatru UK. They’re both closed groups so you have to request membership and wait. For some reason they let me join.
Continue reading “Attempting to meet new pagan people (and failing miserably)”

Powered by

Up ↑