"The God and Goddess weave a mystic spiral through the seasons, changing names and faces as mortals would change a garment. But like a mortal who is the same beneath whatever clothes are worn, so is the Divine the same beneath whatever outward appearance is shown to us.
The Wheel ends and starts at Samhain. It is ushered in by the Wild Hunt galloping across the skies with Morrigan and the Horned One entwined in a frightening dance from beyond the veil between worlds.
At Yule the ageing Holly King wistfully watches Dame Holda's swooping aerial ballet upon the wings of her Magick Goose. She is celebrating the birth of the God, seen as the Divine Child called by many names including Horus, or the Oak King, or Mithras, or the Christ.
As Imbolc thaws the land you may find the hearty strength of Brigit - the fiery pounding beat of her anvil forging a dance of transformation. Perhaps you will seek the young Horus still suckling as he is rocked to an ancient lullaby at the breast of Isis.
Soon Ostara approaches, and we find Kwan Yin serenely sitting this one out contemplating new life from a quiet island of the soul. For those who prefer British imagery, look to the eternal gavotte of Gaia and the Green Man.
Beltane brings sensuality and a tango that undulates with the earthy fertility of Pan and Aphrodite!
Torrid summer storms and heat are reflected at Summer Soltstice as Sekmet's strong feet pound out a sultry rhythm, and Yngvi leads his Faerie Court merrily prancing through soft Summer nights beneath a Moon of ancient mystery.
The Wheel begins to slow its pace as maturity and wisdom replaces impetuous youth. Rhiannon can be seen swaying gently in the forests and lush fields of corn, ripe for the first harvest of Lammas. Lugh is also honoured now, with the harvest festival of Lughnasadh symbolising the Dance of Death as the Corn King gives his life for his own.
As autumn cools the passions, and the final harvests of Mabon are reaped we find Demeter, Persephone and Hades circling in the mystery of balance between the seasons and the balance between life and death. There is also the Egyptian duo of Maat and Thoth who can bring the balance of a pas de deux into your life with a scale and a feather!
With the Wheel turning again to Samhain, the Goddess bears the face of Hekate, older, wiser, but still strong. The shuffling feet of the Crone may be slow, but her measured tread has all the power and experience that Time alone can bring. She guides us to the future where once again it will be spring.
No one book could name them all. But whenever I honour one, they all hear me, because in the infinite universe, all are ONE..."