Pagan Children’s Stories

“Nana! Nana!”

The woman hard at work in her garden immediately leapt up at the sound of her five-year-old granddaughter’s cry.

“Isobel, are you hurt?!”

“No, Nana, but the wee peeshack is”

Still concerned, but what her granddaughter just said made her laugh a bit as she made her way to from where Isobel’s voice came. And, as it happens, there was young Isobel with a small grey kitten in her lap.

Nana then burst out with laughter.

“Nana! Wee peeshack is hurt! Don’t laugh!” At this point, the older woman’s eyes were literally streaming tears as she tried in vain to stifle herself.

“Let us see, Isobel”, she said as she reached for the kitten. After a thorough investigation of the young kitty, Nana could find no reason to think it was unhealthy in any way.

“Right, Isobel. Why is the kitty feeling poorly?”

“Nana, Grandpa calls it ‘wee peeshack’ and said it has a pain in its backside.”

At this point, Nana just sat down on the grass and began shaking all over with laughter. It was uncontrollable and Isobel feared something bad might come from it. She placed her hand on Nana’s arm and tried to soothe her.

Nana finally calmed herself with Isobel’s help. Still smiling broadly, she began to explain to her granddaughter what her Scottish Grandfather was saying and that the kitten was quite healthy and safe.

“Isobel, you know sometimes a sheanair [grandfather, Scottish Gaelic] is grumpy of a morning, yes?”

“Yes, Nana. He is like an old bear you say!”

“Exactly! Well, the kitty got under his feet a bit and in his way, so he said ‘wee piseag [kitten, Scottish Gaelic] was being a pain in his backside’!”

“Ohh… is grandfather cross with my kitty?”

“No, Isobel. He is only afraid he may get into a hurry and step on her. Whenever grandfather is preparing to go out of a morning, it would be best if you keep hold of your kitty so she does not get into his way.

“Can she sleep in my room, Nana?”

“I would love to say yes, Isobel, but you must remember that your kitten is not fully weaned from her Mummy just yet. Mummy cat would miss her terribly and baby would not get properly fed. Let us wait just a while before allowing her to sleep in your room.”

Isobel looked a bit dismal at the prospect of waiting but cheered up.

“Alright, Nana, but please tell Grandfather to stop calling her a peeshack! Her name is Bridget, your favourite Goddess.”

No Nana could argue with this, now could she?

Mòran taing [Many thanks] for reading and warmest blessings to all whom this way wander x

Originally posted on 27/07/2017 by Isabella speakingofwitchwands.net

by Isabella @TheWandCarver

Little Isobel sat by her Nana’s modest farmhouse window one night, gazing silently at something she had never recalled seeing before in her life…it scared her just a little, still, it was too beautiful for her to be completely afraid.

Aunie Moon picture 1 — *from Google UK – unknown artist*

“What has your attention so, child?” asked Nana as she picked the 4-year-old Isobel up and planted her firmly in her lap. Isobel sank back into her Nana’s arms and pointed to the enormous, scary, beautiful light in the inky night sky.

“What is it, Nana?”

Nana kissed the top of Isobel’s head and said, “Why, Isobel! Have you never seen Auntie Moon?” Isobel shuddered slightly, yet feeling safe in Nana’s arms, she replied, “Mummy told me about ‘Man in the Moon'”. Nana smiled. “Isobel, my love, there is no Man in the Moon. That is simply a fairy-tale. I will tell you about Auntie Moon!”

Isobel loved Nana’s stories, so she curled up, still staring at the full, golden saucer in the sky. “Please tell me, Nana!”

“Each month, the Moon becomes huge and round. Most people call it a Full Moon. But! Not everyone knows that she is our Auntie, in a way”. When she is full and bright, she calls down to her Sister Earth. Auntie Moon says, “Sister, I have been given our Father, the Sun’s light so that I may watch over you and your children tonight, so that you will know that you are loved and protected.” Then Mother Earth replies, “Come closer, Sister, so that we may embrace! Tell our Father Sun thank you for his light and love. My children and I are very thankful to you both and we send our warmest regards and love to you!” Then, Mother Earth’s children, whom are just like you and me, go out and make wishes, have festivals and much fun and love are shared as they play beneath Auntie Moon’s light! And of course, being good children, they give their thanks to Auntie Moon, as well.

Isobel normally fell asleep during a story, yet, she was energised by this tale! “Nana! May you and I go outside and have a ‘fessible’?”

Nana laughed until tears formed in the corners of her eyes and when she contained herself she said, “We may have a small festival, Isobel, my darling! We can take some cakes and juice outside, you can make wishes! And then, poppet, I will draw down the moon…just for you!”