Tuesday, November 29, 2016

an interlude of musing in the middle of the season

 that was then. this is now. 
it is all apparently different, but we had already seen the signs, already felt the instability. 
love is all there is.
say it everyday and every evening,
like a mantra.
 all there is is love.
care for each other and for your self,
offer gratitude constantly and from the heart,
feel the blessings of this moment,
honor the waters and the water protectors.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Autumnal Equinox-part 2: it was there and then gone- the wyrd arrives

rapidly the winds come
and take the leaves
finally in full color
the land is no longer green but yellow and brown and red
the sky is dramatic always
 either with the intensity of the blue or the light of the clouds
We gather sticks for winter.
  We weren't together at the actual time of the equinox but we each broke sticks then.

 A long week becoming free of pain
balancing re-balancing
coming home, letting go
chilling out. setting up.
She came first, with a much needed cooling sprinkling of a rainbow shower
 and then the clearing of the sky.

 Then she who has returned arrived which is always such a joy 
and then he did, a surprise gift of missed emails,
and then we snacked and drank and toasted and talked, 
women in the kitchen guys in the dining room,

while I assembled and gathered
back and forth.
Our meager harvest becomes enough.

Gently building the fire as conversational/ritual act.
the simplicity of breaking sticks
in the disappearing light of equinox evening.

 starting the fire with cedar
meditation silence
sound of fire
strong silence and inner fire
barefoot on the earth
letting/allowing/giving space for each
feel the space in between the crickets
the space in your spine
the fire in your belly
 naturally occurring
deeply moving
flash of fire like a sprite
our hazel nuts for the 3 gates
allowing our sacrifice to be enough
the strength within
the strong breath of fire
sweet smells of roasting garlic and honey
both local, both harvested with love.

prayers to the waters,
 to the clean waters that run free
to the clean waters that nourish all
to the balanced rainfall, to the snows to come
may there be enough and not too much or too fierce
may it always be so.

   ravens caw
our omens were five that Bryan later painted into bind runes:

from our Honored Dead: Tir -our sense of the people and justice and direction

from the Spirits of Nature and Place: Elhaz- our attention, our protection, our awareness
from the Gods & Goddesses: Eihwaz, theYew-the axial pull of apparent opposites
and what brings them together
for the Season: Nauthiz or Need and Mannaz or the Self (they came out together as one)
Our waters were clear and cold and refreshing and minty.
Our gratitude was everything.
Our feast was enough.

Monday, October 3, 2016

the Autumnal Equinox- part 1

Leaves are already changing and the cool crisp air is a delight.
That fulcrum of balance is so quick. 

Monday, September 12, 2016

Lughnasah- the drifting of clouds

So now over a month later, this glorious month of Lugh, of summer, of heat and seasons changing.
Welcoming cool nights and even the drenching heat of summer’s return, we and the leaves change.
The drying of the gardens is different now as harvest calls past.

Lughnasah or Lughnasad or Lughnasa is that high point stretching,
the last endless before fall.

As much as the strong summer sun was unbearable at times this season drops us headlong into fall.
Nights come so much more quickly and it is just dawning at 6am.
Autumnal Equinox is soon.
But the clouds, in the sky, 
draw our eyes.

Thanks summertime, summer vacation, summer sun!
eternal daylight withdrawing.

Telling the stories of Lugh
and his foster mother Tailtiu
and all the battles and the instruments and the winning and the harvests.
This telling and retelling as sacrifice.
May we continue in our strength. 
May we remain joyfully together.

Some notes from then now:
Visits from our old neighbor, 
the Bear,
and the other neighbors.
Honoring the Bear.

 bird songs and human chatter
connection to the earth as the wind chimes the gong
You light the fire.
We work the fire back to life as Bridget sacrifice, 
our continued breath.

group effort of sacrifice as creative devotional.


fruit and mead, sage and sweetgrass,
wet and heavy vegetables onto the fire,
a summer afternoon fire.
fireworks as the fire is soaked at night.
A giant flame.
It’s all OK.
Healthy Balance.
Focus within.
Grounded on the Earth.
Smoke in the sunlight.  

Our Omens
from the Ancestors: Raido-Communication
from the Spirits of Nature and Place: Year-Harvest
from the Gods & Goddesses: Laguz or Lake, that which we draw up from
for the Season: Isa or Ice.