Winter Solstice- Collingwood Children's Farm

If you have never been to Collingwood Children's Farm, I suggest you go! It is an amazing oasis of greenery and old time feel right in the middle of inner suburban Melbourne. Check out their website:http://farm.org.au/. They have Farmers Markets, Family Days, animals, a little cafe, a barn, ducks, goats, sheep, peacocks, friendly (and not so friendly) farm cats, cows and horses. Obviously a wonderful place for kids to run around in a lovely open space!!


To celebrate Winter Solstice, Collingwood Children's Farm annually holds a Winter Solstice Bonfire. This is an old pagan type tradition which is so lovely to still see alive and well in our modern world which often detaches itself from recognising the cycles of the seasons . This celebration was full of lots of people, children, food, performers, fire sculptures (lanterns), fire-twirlers and a lantern parade for the kids which was a beautiful site to behold. I went with some friends and we had a lovely night... my only complaint would be that this event has become extremely popular and as such watching the bonfire being lit with thousands of people is a little overwhelming.

I thought I would share some fire photo's of this bonfire, to give you a feel of just how amazing it was! It was huge and the heat it released extraordinary!










Peace and light

Briony x

Winter Once More!

Winter on the doorstep, autumn leaves still underfoot, naked trees, frosted grass.... chilly mornings, warm socks, soft sunlight, icy windscreens, hot chocolate, leopard print gloves, splashin' in puddles, sodden umbrellas, wispy woodsmoke, movies and blankets...... I say hello and welcome Winter!!

Sometimes I think the beginning of Winter is my favourite time of the year. It always feels so clean, the air is crisp and the beauty of autumn is still showing it's full glory..... Anyway a kind of winter laziness has a set in today, so here's a poem that I wrote a while back and kinda like - so thought I would share....


Land of The Fey

The Fey, they tiptoe softly across the moonlit lawn
Whilst angels hang in droplets, in the black before this dawn
Beware young sir in red-feathered cap
In polished boots, looped with leather strap
These ancient hills, and haunted barrows
Are not meant for your misguided arrows
“A stag, a stag , such sad words do ring,
An ancient lore you have now rescind
For animals that walk upon this soil
The fey; at violent death, recoil
So sit ye merry, antlers strapped to your pack
Unsuspecting of any malevolent wrath
That these small folk, to your life, may bring
With a tug of your golden-knocker, “ding, ding”
“Enter”, you shout quite unaware
Of the mischief these unearthly creatures may bear
You feel a magick breeze whisk by your face
And rapidly fall out of all time and space
Now ye wake to such a sight unknown
With a head so sore, you do but moan
“For pity sake, where on earth am I”,
Yet a wizened elf laughs by and by,
“Why sir you are but prisoner in the land of the fey,
And for your crimes against nature, here shall ye stay”.


Peace and light
Briony x