Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Lughnasa notes and musings -part 1

Point yourself in the direction that you want to go and take aim.
Do it.

Reminded how there is no tomorrow, there is only this moment of summer and harvest.

So we had cleaned for others already and cooked what we had because its always enough.
Bryan lit the fire in the morning, just because, because it was us and the time.
And though we were not going to use that fire we did.
It was comfortable. We were there.

It's impossible to re-create all we experienced, all the bird calls, the synchronicities, the feeling then

We have been praying a lot.
We have been trying to understand and create focus.
Each day seems hard and soft.

This season plunges us into the beginning of autumn even as we also relish in the endless garden, 
the cacophony of insect life, the voluptuous clouds.

The light has already changed. 
It is different.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

MidSummer Solstice-part 3


So it was after end of school and Clearwater and our Anniversary and non-stop beginning of summer
whether days or months long.
Now, almost Lughnasa, seemingly long ago, before everything was ripe and in bloom at once.

At the time there was time for relaxing and errands and cooking and cleaning.
Now, the long days are habit and we have extended our lives accordingly.

The 5-circle firepit or the close-to-the-house one? And how much time?

I read my notes scrawled after all had left and can hardly remember anything except
 the simple joys of family and friendship and food and flowers and music.

She arrived and the chicken was done and the house was all cleaned and we made more coffee and

looked about and got it all done.
Giving ourselves time to set aside to prepare for ritual allows a gentleness to infuse our work.
makes it easier.

They arrive as a family, no extras, and he comes down and we settle on the close to the house fire
we are already here.
And they show up at the final gate offering.
The resettling of folk and spirit,beverage breaks and introductions and regrouping, we continue.

Sacred tree grow within us.

And the hard to light fire and the greasy paper torch-like starter
and the many-strand braided candle, 
like a magical wand of light,
and the small fire never went out.

consuming as it went.
and last season's malted milkballs for the directions
East-but the sun rises more to the north
(and now incrementally later and almost halfway back to due east).
And the South of our environmental lessons of which there is so much,
the South always in the South.
And the West, but where the sun actually sets.
And the North, winter seems so long ago (or ahead) but not really.
And the up and the down (what goes up must come down),
and the center.
Gentle offerings of peony petals and garlic
and mock orange blossoms
and sweet grass 
from both this year and last year's harvest.
Each person quietly sharing theirs with the fire.

And then the season.
her just emptying the whole bag, she reads a poem, her daughter reads another poem,
me completely emptying my pockets of flowers and herbs,
she sprinkles rose petals on each of us and the earth.

More rose petals for the fire
and then the whole basket.
Multicolored woven circle basket
just like us.

Then they arrive
as I knew they would.

Be anywhere

He plays the 3 chimes and Bryan has a penny-whistle and harmonica.
She gets her harmonium and plays

Relaxed sharing of stories.
What is this sun?

Trying to find a way through.

Our Omens
from the Ancestors: Berkanu or beginning or birch
from the Spirits of Nature & Place: Perthro or luck or chance
from the Gods & Goddesses: Hagal or hail
for the Season: Jera or year or harvest

runes story explanations,
more thoughtfulness,
cakes for thanks.
grounding on the earth.
we are of this air.
all waters are connected.
birds sing along.

Summer of much love

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

MidSummer Solstice-time part 1

Orange flower & small bee
 Now mid-July approaches. 
We have wallowed in the extended days like languid limbs in the gentle breezes. 

Figuring it out, starting again, moving forward. Simply and slowly.

Singing prayers to this just full moon for our Druid friend in the hospital,
seeing his strength able to withstand the fight back to good health.

Wandering today not quite lost in the barely cloud covered landscape of distraction,

each of us speaking from the heart but not out loud.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Season of the May-Part 2

Pictures and words from then, though there is really only one present.

Notes are titled "The Whirlwind of the May"

from Bryan's birthday and flowers everywhere & lots of rain and easing schedules and stretching time and SAT's and torrential rain and exhausting work and weird out-of-retrograde stress catching at our ankles like ticks and we hardly slept and up at dawn.
Off to test and decorate and home and out again to sound-healing workshop and retrieve kid and overcrowded school event and too much sweets and no real food and home again.
Total cleaning and cooking and more cleaning and young girls arrive full of the energy of this season.
Gentle, friendly, beautiful helpful children grown.
Extra time gives space to think and feel and love and evolve.
Roast cooking in the new auto-cooker and cakes made and everything else ready
and late night for me talking with them, she so much like her mom, my friend,
but youthful in exuberance and spirit.

early morning, knowing little time alone, coffee, garden 
& girls up early (boys always sleep late)
making icing and making their beds and making oatmeal 
and absorbing the new day energy. 

Being the new day energy.

Made our fire while the girls were out walking. Him & me.
Old wet winter's greens gone brown and dry.
Shavings from Puck.
Small sticks.
Sparkling fire. Sparking fire

tending the fire while the busyness of the day unfolds
Young women and maiden energy. 
Icing made and drying the cake and just enough for all of it.
They arrive as the girls start to go, but then stay listening to Bryan talk.
The energy of the holiday so present.

Me & her, 2 joyful crones, sitting by the fire in the cold.
She gives me a beautiful beaded necklace.
I am sure we cackled.

Lilacs fill my hair and heart. It's all I can smell. 
I am sure there were blossoms in my nostrils.

I make the meandering teenagers (2 girls and 1 boy, 2 of whose births I was present at)
to help me unwind the Maypole bound since last year.
Loosing ribbons in the unraveling.
Gentle loving laughter in the dew-damp grass.
I was so grateful.

Girls leave, she arrives.
Memories of Beltane always have her playing banjo as we danced the Maypole. Especially joyful to gather again.

Finally she arrives painfully whole and ready
We are all family.

Should we start?

all good.

We are all connected.
We are all interconnected.

The liquid in us, the air in us, the tree in us.
We are so fortunate, honoring our good fortune.
Offering to the outsiders, even the fascists.
Prayers for nourishing & enough for all.
Each of us sacrificing for each of the kindred.
A good fire.

all the fortune cookies

Our Omens:
from the Ancestors: Perthro or Chance- the lottery cup
from the Spirits of Nature & Place: Daguz or Day- High Noon, Vantage Point
from the Gods & Goddesses: Hagalaz or Hail- disruption or perhapsa weather pattern
for the Season: Yera or year- a whole year's cycle of completion

Good waters.
Much thanks.
Super feast.
Long discussions.

We danced the Maypole with 5,
all the remaining (and oldest) folk at the end of the day
 which was how many ribbons were left exactly.
Teenager taking photos.
Laughter and silliness and kissing upon crossing.
Power of joyful communal dance on the earth.
We returned and talked more and each drifted
into a dream state.
Hail the May!