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“Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit!”
🍁A blessed first of October to You!🍂

Saying “Rabbit rabbit rabbit” aloud upon waking on the first day of a new month is an old charm to ensure good fortune throughout the month.
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“Additionally, the Rabbit and Hare have also long been associated with the Goddess and were the totem of several: the hare to Artemis and Hecate, the sacred rabbit to Aphrodite, to Holda who was accompanied by several torch-bearing hares, to Cerridwen and Freyja who both had hare attendants, and, of course, to Eostre who was said to have taken the shape of a hare at each full moon and whose Anglo-Saxon counterpart, Ostara, was often depicted with a white hare by her side.

There are many more goddesses associated with or attended to by both rabbits and hares and, in such, these gentle creatures can assist us in becoming more attuned to the lunar cycle. All rabbits in general are associated with the Moon, magick, luck, love, creativity, success, sensitivity, agility, spontaneity, abundance, rebirth and, of course, fertility.”

~ Patricia J. Martin
https://www.controverscial.com/Animals%20and%20Witchcraft%20-%20Rabbits%20and%20Hares.htm

Note: Throughout Mesoamerica, the rabbit also attends the goddesses Coyolxauhqui and Ixchel, and in Chinese mythology, the Moon goddess Chang’e has a rabbit companion who mixes an elixir of life in a mortar and pestle.
~ Rebekah Myers

Art: Beth Wildwood
Wild Spirit Weaver

“Warrior”
24”x30” acrylic & gold leaf on panel 2023
By Autumn Skye
✨prints now available in my Etsy shop, link in comments

This is for the ones labeled and burned as witches; for the ones r***d and erased on their own indigenous land; the ones forced to veil their faces; the ones sold into slavery; the ones robbed of their childhood. It is for the ones stripped of their language, music, and dance; the ones who have been persecuted for their differences; the ones scarred by wars that were not theirs; the ones living in the shadow of abuse. For those whose body autonomy has been stolen, whose voices have been muted. For the ones whose connection to the Earth has been severed; for the blood that has been spilled and the countless names we will never know.

This is a mirror to the warrior spirit within us all: fierce, resilient, graceful, and true. We are stepping out of our victim stories and into our reclamation of personal and collective power, agency, and co-creativity. May we stand strong in our knowing, claiming our birthright of protest and defiance when essential, while embodying the wisdom of our learned experience. May we remember our power to make change where needed and possible, while accepting and surrendering to the ebb and flow of divine unfolding and growth.

May our eyes be focused, minds clear, boundaries healthy, and hearts steadfastly open.

Throwback to this painting “Wisdom of the Ages” painted in 2012 on the Big Island of Hawaii.

In honor of the Ancestors, may they guide and teach us. May they forgive our mistakes, may their mistakes be made right by our healing.
In honor of the strength of each Generation. May the profound wisdom that each carries be a light to bring deepened understanding and grace on our individual path.
In honor of all aspects of our Self: our inner Maiden, Mother, Crone. May they live in balance within each of us.
In honor of the Lifetimes that we have each walked before, the lifetimes that will echo on into our Soul's continued journey. May we continue to grow and evolve. May we always seek light, and be light.
In honour of the Past, the Present, the Future. May we breathe into each moment, knowing there is only Now.

-Autumn Skye
“Wisdom of the Ages”
26"x40", acrylic on canvas, 2012
✨prints available in my Etsy shop, link in bio

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The Elderberry Fairy

Tread quietly:
O people, hush!
—For don’t you see
A spotted thrush,
One thrush or two,
Or even three,
In every laden elder-tree?

They pull and lug,
They flap and push,
They peck and tug
To strip the bush;
They have forsaken
Snail and slug;
Unseen I watch them, safe and snug!

~Cicely Mary Barker

So grateful for the smell of rain on parched earth, the softness, the damp, the promise of relief for the wilting plants and tinder-dry forests ✨💧🌧💧✨

“Mourning Due”
acrylic on canvas 2015
prints available in my Etsy Shop, link in bio

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