Brewing Updates for Fall 2014


(Oct. 25th, 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! Samhain is a time when we honor our ancestors; listen to the crone speak;  dance with the dead;  and help bring in the dark half of the year.   Help us turn the wheel of the year as we bring in our Witch’s New Year … Samhain. The circle will be at the Large club house. For directions please email me, Lady Arawyn, at:

Ancestor Altar

Ancestor Altar

…please put Samhain or Hallows 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



“I now walk where my ancestors trod,
In hallowed footsteps falling.
Bless’d are my feet on sacred ground!
Bless’d are the voices calling!”

            The word Hallowe’en, as you probably already know, is a shortening of the phrase “All Hallow’s Evening. This is the evening preceding the Christian All Hallows Day or All Saints Day on November 1st.  But from before the beginning of Christianity, many indigenous cultures honored the sacredness of their ancestors and the part that death plays in the cycle of life at this same time of year. Most pagans claim this holiday with first bragging rights. They certainly are entitled to, but what is more important is what it really means. What are we supposed to remember on this holiday? What is the true focus?

            Obviously not cartoon character costumes, pranks, and candy corn. The definition of “hallow” is “to make holy.” What does “holy” really mean? It means to make sacred or to honor “by association with the divine” (Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary) The obvious assumption would seem to be, then, to “hallow” or honor our ancestors at this time of year. They have blazed the trail for us. They have helped us evolve to who we are now. This is true, but is that all?

            Couldn’t we, shouldn’t we also honor the next generation of ancestors? Oh! That would be ourselves, wouldn’t it? Hmmm. What will the next generation honor us for?

             How about also honoring our children who would become the ancestors of our world’s future generations? As frustrating as they can sometimes be, we will be passing the torch to them, someday.

             Maybe Hallowe’en could be a time to honor all human life on this planet. We all have that divine spark within us. If we recognize and acknowledge that purely spiritual component that connects all humanity, maybe we can grow it bigger and evolve a little further.

            We are all sacred. We need to remember that and treat each other accordingly.

© Bona Dea Lyonesse 2010

We Dance With the Dead

We dance with the dead…

When the cold wind blows


We dance with the dead…

When night doth fall


We dance with the dead…

When the moon is high


We dance with the dead…

When the veil is the thinnest

We dance with the dead…

When two worlds blend as one


We dance with the dead…

When the waltz is played


We dance with the dead…

When no fear is foreseen


We dance with the dead…

When old ones draw near


We dance with the dead…

When the lines of the past are honored


We dance with the dead…

When silence is heard


We dance with the dead. . . .

dance with the dance

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!”