Hello and welcome. I am a great lover of the moon and desire to walk in the darkness with it's peaceful glow lighting my way. I have created this page to express my feelings and show you some of the things I hold near and dear to my heart.

Fantasy, Medival Times, IsIs, and the olden ways are alive within me. Stories of Gods and Goddesses fascinate and entertain me. Please feel free to light a candle and follow as we walk the LunerPathway together.






Lady Of The Moon; Earth Mother; Sister Of Power

The Goddess speaks:

I am the Great Mother, worshipped by all creation and existent prior to their consciousness. I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.

I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magic. The winds and moving leaves sing My name. I wear the crescent Moon upon My brow and My feet rest among the starry heavens. I am a field untouched by the plow. Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth.

I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the harvest. I am clothed with the deep, cool wonder of the Earth and the gold of the fields heavy with grain. By Me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition according to My season. I am refuge and healing. I am the life giving Mother, wondrously fertile.

Come to Me as the Crone, tender of the unspoken cycle of death and rebirth. I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon. I rule the tides of women and men and give release and renewal to weary souls. Though the darkness of death is My domain, the joy of birth is My gift.

I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas My names and strengths are manifold. I pour forth magic and power, peace and wisdom. I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of darkness, and I send you My blessings of limitless love.

She Walks In Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place And on the cheek, and o'er that brow. So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The simles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

~Lord Byron

"Expect to pass through life but once. If therefore be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now and not defer or neglect it as I shall not pass this way again."

~William Penn