I am an apple devotee. The enchanted malus informs much of my magical and ancestral work. I am excited to offer a day of apple honoring at the farm. We will build an ancestral altar, make apple medicines and craft ritual objects together. There will be divinatory work, meditation and sitting with apple trees in the orchard. Come sip mugwort apple cider and howl with malus at the end of November!

 

xx Liz 

 

The star-tree of Fairy, the offering-tree of Ancestors, the rooted-tree of the Otherworld. The one who marks time, epitome of Autumn, in the apple orchard, with the quickening current of the season rising up from the earth below and into the fruit itself. Have you felt the inextricable link between the potent harvest of sweet, crisp, life-giving apple and the growing darkening of the winter months ahead?

In this daylong class we will explore the magic, myth and medicine of this tree, both wild and cultivated. We are throwing it all into the pot to simmer: folklore, medicinal uses of apple, divinatory practices, pentacle magic, kitchen rituals and poetic invocation. You will leave with medicines for your apothecary, brews for your kitchen, recipes for the books and amulets for your altar. Bellies and hearts will be full with deep seasonal enchantment by the end of the day.

 

Sunday, November 30 from 12 pm - 5:30 pm in Red Hook, NY

only 11 spaces available for this special offering ~*~ 

 

 

I saw the first pear
as it fell—
the honey-seeking, golden-banded,
the yellow swarm
was not more fleet than I,
(spare us from loveliness)
and I fell prostrate
crying:
you have flayed us
with your blossoms,
spare us the beauty
of fruit-trees.

 

The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air thundered their song,
and I alone was prostrate.

 

O rough-hewn
god of the orchard,
I bring you an offering—
do you, alone unbeautiful,
son of the god,
spare us from loveliness:

 

these fallen hazel-nuts,
stripped late of their green sheaths,
grapes, red-purple,
their berries
dripping with wine,
pomegranates already broken,
and shrunken figs
and quinces untouched,
I bring you as offering.