She turned pain into poetry, ash into hope, and fire into light. She turned it all into love, into Iran

May your deities come to you as you honour this tide. May your Midsummer be golden, prosperous, healing. May you and your path be blessed.

Where your faith is, I am there.

May Eostre with Hare rise again with fire of dawn in their eyes weaving winds roots and rain teaching us the songs of the earth once again.

May I serve Creator consciously with my creations.

The Stars, The Signs, The Symbols. Three of a kind. Body, Mind and Spirit. Gifts, to be honoured, here, there, everywhere.

Mother of the water, wind and everything, wash all our fears away and leave love in our hearts, wash all our worries away and leave peace.

Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha: I offer my salutations and bow to you Lord Ganesha remover of obstacles and grantor of success.

A Druid’s Prayer by J.J. Middleway