Welcome to the page of the Chattering Magpie, Summoner of the Hearth of the Turning Wheel. The Hearth of the Turning Wheel is an independent and progressive Pagan group based in the English Midlands. Our praxis and ethos are inspired by but not necessarily limited to, the traditional custom and belief found within British and European Folklore. To contact Chattering Magpie and the HTW please email email@example.com
People say that we should ‘count our blessings’ more that we
perhaps do. Reflecting upon the positive elements of our existence, those
treasured moments of memory and experience.
What is a blessing? How can we define such and is a blessing
different for each of us? If one is a parent then it is likely that you will
regard your children as your blessings. Others may have other special parts of
their lives that are regarded as a blessing.
ENGRAVED TUMBLERS BEARING THE BADGE OF THE HEARTH OF THE
My blessings are my family and my friendships. I count
amongst these friendships treasured individuals, supportive, loving and very often
inspiring. This latter group of friends are often so inspiring, that at times I
am left in awe of their talent, their skill, their learning and quite often;
their total lack of faith in their own abilities.
On this last point I can at least enjoy some part of a
mutual and equal experience of self doubt. I write but I do not actually think
I am any good. I mess about with a camera but I know what is wrong with my pictures,
even if others do not notice the flaws.
So when I look at my amazing friends who are actors, artists,
writers and craftspeople, I am awed because I am not an artist. I cannot touch
them emotionally as a peer but stand transfixed and often mesmerised like a
child, by their display of self-effacing skill.
THE RUT BY J. PALFREYMAN
I have pictures, prints given me by the artists, in which a
few brush strokes or a line of pen and ink, create images of beauty and motion.
I have books, signed by authors whose skill I can never hope to equal. I have
clothes made by a friend, who is so talented with a needle that it is beyond
expression, yet whose talent is undervalued. I have glasses engraved with the
badge of the Hearth of the Turning Wheel, by a dear boy who is embarrassed when
asked to undertake a commission, because he has no appreciation of his own
I have jewellery that is hand crafted by a talented lady in
London and more by an equally talented silversmith in the USA, whose imagination and
skill is beyond words. These people, these wonderful, talented friendships are
my blessings and I have not mentioned them all.
HOOD LAMP MADE BY MR JOHNSON OF DERBYSHIRE
If these friendships are my blessings what are theirs? Is
whatever inspires them their own blessing? That indefinable spark, that divine
muse that burns inside an artist or artisan, is that their blessing? Perhaps it
is but my blessing is the knowing of these people and the being able to share
in some small way, their own inspiration because it does inspire me.
CEREMONIAL ROBES BY THE DRAGON ARTISAN
SIBEAL'S CAVE: THE OCCULT ARTWORK OF ISABELLE GABORIT