Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was born..no, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ pkmorrison.livejournal.com and www.myspace.com/hermajestythelizardqueen)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Happy Solstice!

Frost doth gleam and wind doth blow
To join the Wild Hunt we shall go
To honor Lord of Ice and Snow
This cold December morning.



With Solstice here we'll celebrate,
this sacred time and have much cheer.
We will bring warmth, we will bring light,
unto the darkest time of year.

The mistletoe will be cut down
with sickle from the sacred tree.
A kiss I'll give to you, my love,
a pledge of friendship made to thee.

For greater than the will of man,
or want of that which can be done,
it falls and shines on where we stand,
beneath the great unconquered sun.

For this is now our turning point,
the shortest day, the longest night.
We'll look unto the months to come,
when the sun will grow both strong and bright.

A vers├Ęd crown all decked with green
that tells of winter's tales and mirth
will bring great gladness and much joy
to all who walk upon this earth.

And greater than the will of man
or want of that which can be done,
it falls and shines on where we stand,
beneath the great unconquered sun.

---Steeleye Span



Ave Sol Invictus!

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