Brewing Updates for Winter 2014


(Dec. 20th, 2014)

We will be having an open circle at 7pm.  If helping with setup please arrive at 6pm, otherwise please be there at 6:45, Thank you! Yule is the time when we celebrate the birth of the divine child, the return of the light, as well as, see who wins the battle between the Oak King and Holly King!   Help us turn the wheel of the year as we bring in the Winter Solstice…Yule. The circle will be at the Large club house. For directions please email me, Lady Arawyn, at: yule log 2013

…please put Yule in the subject so I know what the email is about. (There is no email through this site). If sending an email, please send no later than 2pm on the day of the ritual, if emailed after that time they may not be answered until the next day. Thank you!

*Please note that we are located near the Toledo (OH) and Erie (MI) border for rituals; classes are held on the eastside of Toledo.

*We are accepting new students; if interested please join us at this ritual to see if we are what you might be looking for.*

*For those of you who wish to contribute to our website please email articles, events, poems, recipe and/or stories to and once approved, I will get them posted.

If you are having any problems emailing me, please leave a comment here and I will answer it.

Thank you,

Lady Arawyn Lyonesse, HPS


Feeling Love

©Patricia DeSandro 2011

While thinking about the different mythologies around the world involving a Divine Child and the nurturing of that child who would become the Light of the World, I mused on whether or not the Divine Child was ever scolded. I wondered if that child knew every moment how much he was loved. That got me thinking about my children. I thought about all those times I scolded unnecessarily and hoped my children realized how much I loved them, even when I was angry.

That led to me thinking about my own childhood. It was a different era. Childrearing is so different then. We understand so much more now about what a child needs. Old resentments started to rise in me. I looked closely at how my parents were raised and what their influences and mindsets were. Putting their actions into that context brought them into sharper focus. What were their intentions? They raised me the best they knew how. They had good intentions, but I often felt unloved.

This doesn’t mean it was true. My parents both mentioned once or twice about how unloved they felt at certain times in their lives. I blamed my grandparents for that and I blamed my parents for making me feel unloved in turn. Each generation struggles with doing a better job than the generation before them. We are supposed to be smarter, more compassionate, more evolved. We are certain that we have learned from our ancestors’ mistakes. That doesn’t make us perfect. Our children might tell us one day about a time they felt unloved, and we would know in our hearts that we did love them. There are times when our children are struggling with the angst of growing up, when we as parents will feel unloved by our children, and our children would know in their hearts that they do love us.

Are you able to be compassionate or kind to someone else? Do you strive for fairness? Do you love someone? If you answer yes to these questions, then you have known love. Love begets love; that is the truth. We are not perfect human beings. We will make mistakes. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. The human race has survived despite thousands of years of horrible atrocities inflicted against itself because a child is born and someone, somewhere will love that child. That child will, in turn, love someone else.

We tend to focus in this era on what we as humans have done wrong. It is important to do that so changes can be made, but maybe we could also acknowledge that love isn’t dead. We can help each other remember that we are living proof of that fact.

A Goddess Has a Tale to Tell


©Arawyn Lyonesse

“My child, why do you weep?”

“My Goddess, you have grown so tired; I fear you do not have much time, and you will leave like all do. And I will be alone without your guidance!”

“Dear one, have I become so old in eyes so young? Oh, do not fear, my child!” For it is true; winkles now grace my face, and silver has weaved itself into my hair. But death will not take me for I keep a cycle that circles with no end.”

The Crone is who I am…with a story to tell;

about my future but my past as well.

So come and listen and I will share the tale that I know so well.


“We start with a Quickening felt very deep within

Way beneath the glistening snow.

Tis the time, for me to drink from blessed waters while the Light is just a glow.

The Maiden will I be again; innocent and pure.


The May pole will I dance embracing He who calls me near.

The Mother will I be again, with swollen belly and

a promise that I will help to bear.

But for now…

The sacrifice is at hand, reap with sorrow I must,  

To feed my children and the land.

For the cold is descending…


The season has shifted and the thin veil has been lifted.

To Summerland I make my way, but only until the night out lives the day.

Then I will return and bring forth the Light that will nourish the land.


For I am Goddess: Maiden, Mother and Crone!

It is my past…It is my future…It is my Life!

Like a circle it has no beginning and no end.


You can do one thing for me, as you grow my child. Keep me in your heart and carry my love with you as you live… the life… that you… were gifted!”