Rebalance the balance- letting go

up to this equinox was a roller coaster of energy and spirit.

 

From the beach to hail and earthquakes and thunderstorms and family gatherings and the hurricane and flooding and devastation and loss and more rain and dissonance and growth and change; the waters flowed strong.

The month between the floods and equinox was a whirlwind of repairing and preparing.  Dealing with loss and letting go and rebounding.  Not quite right but trying each day to move better, with more honor and gratitude and purpose. Clearing, tearing down and fixing, all with planned intent. Processing whatever harvest we could get. Longing for the equinox.    

             

Recovered and healing, we held our family ritual with tears on the equinox evening. Missteps and at-odds emotions entwined with deep sensitivity and spirit.

One arm immobilized and one arm working, I collected water and sage. Everyone gathers separately, each with their focus. Pouring rain keeps us in but our candle burns bright outside. The boy beats time with his native rattle and we find images of her who will be honored this season as spirit- spirit of our place, special animal companion.  Confusion leads to loud words and then rebalancing as we enter sacred space, sad and angry and quiet.

We are here to honor the gods and the equinox, equal day and night, with the dark to grow until Yule. Now we enter the coming-in time, where we will be together more closely, staying warm and protected from the unrelenting weather. Good to get it out now and clear the air.

With calmness we make sacrifice and with the gates open for our prayers, he weeps long and sincere offering everything for the return of the known, our old balance. Pleeease.

We sit in the dark illuminated from outside by our sacred fire, our small candle in the rain, and from within on the other side by the glow from our warm kitchen. Electricity and phones finally back on, we have been working towards normal, longing for this ritual. No one anymore remembers the high summer, just a season past and so far gone, torn up like the trees and our hearts. Always relearning to be present, not over-doing or planning-just grateful for here and now.

our omens-

from the ancestors:Hagal or hail, disruption of the old pattern. Perhaps a new pattern.

from the spirits of nature & place: Wunjo or Joy

from the Gods & Goddesses: Uruz or the Great Ox, Strength

for the season: Eihwaz or the horse

Ogham – Nion or Ash meaning interconnectedness

We also pulled Froud’s fairy cards: the boy got the Smith, I got Bright Spark and Bryan got the Queen of Laughter