On the first night of our Solstice, the Goddess said to me, honor the Mothers.
Hail to our beloved Mother. May you keep our house hold free and safe. May our family receive prosperity in the coming year. To our family’s mothers, our matriarchs going back to the beginning. You have watched over us, and loved us always. Bless us in the coming year! We remember you with love and honor this Modraniht.
The kids asked if we could spend our solstice in the 1700’s. So for the next 13 days our cooking and recipes all come from the eighteenth century.
Tonight we enjoy a venison and corn stew with wheat bread, and tales of mothers and life’s beginnings. I hope you enjoy our Solstice snip-its. May yours be as blessed as ours.