June 2005 APA Newsletter Editress Ginger Strivelli A Very Happy Summer Solstice to Yíall! As always the Strivelli clan goes to the beach during Summer Solstice, so Beth and Paula will have to keep the APA yahoogroup chatting. We hope all our APA Families are enjoying their summer break and taking the time to teach the Witchlings some magical and religious lessons while they are free from the more mundane schoolwork. May we suggest you use the resources at the APA website's Witchlings webpages during those studies. We have kids spells, and recipes, and lessons, magical coloring pages and other activities for the Pagan child. From our Book of shadows. A Fairyís song From A Midsummerís night dream By William Shakespeare Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through brier, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire: I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favors, In those freckles live their savours, I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. A midsummerís tradition from the Old World and days. Gather St. Johnís Wort greenery and flowers (originally called Chase-devils-away-flowers) and deck you halls with this plant to drive away evil spirits during the midsummer season. Sacred Sites Section: Saqqara, Egypt That Day In Saqqara By Ginger Strivelli That day in Saqqara Egypt the sky was perfect lapis blue The sand glowed white in the light of Raís Sun The Step Pyramid of King Zoser looked somehow new Though it had been 5000 years since it was finally done I stood there transfixed in the sand that glittered Under the sky so unbelievably blue and clear I must admit my heart indeed fluttered To be on that holy ground so sacred and dear It was as if I had come home to Saqqara then And was looking upon a sight Iíd long loved but lost Like Iíd forgotten how beautiful it was but was reminded again That it was so holy, so magical, and worth any cost As if the sands were really made of diamond dust That it appeared to be that day I returned As if the sky was really a massive polished lapis Thatís how priceless Saqqara is, Iíve relearned.