Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Autumnal Equinox Balance

bee and mint flowers balance
learning painting tips, painting a vision from a year ago
raptors overhead
in the warming sun after a grey cold day when we could sense winter approaching
most folks occupied
many at the Climate March representing in person
what we held sacred here
just us
the 2 of us.heart of cloudsIs is so dry here that even a cloudburst last night is invisible.
Except for the wind.
sacred spaceSo we had thoughts about a big fire, or even a small fire
in the woods 
but the land so waterless
and us still needing to be able to sit
and be comfortable
we decided on the small close to the house fire pit
and at first light only small branches in a metal bowl
at the top of the trunk of an old xmas tree still holding up the sun chimes and serving as our sacred tree at this site.
We placed or poured or tossed all our sacrifice
into the not-yet-lit center
and with patience and effort transferred the flame
from the small contained embers
to the short-lived intense blaze
consuming it all.consumedLet this fire be a good fire,
Let it carry our prayers.
Let this fire be a good fireJust peaceful being here, being present
remembering to take pictures
not thinking about others
only the others
the Kindred
the birds
the bees
the folks marching
the Earth Mother
each other.
Sometimes and especially lately it has been hard.
We are not yet done crying, at least I am not.

But this circle of seasons, so strange in its passing of time is so very grounding.
Soon the ground will be covered with leaves, then snow.
And then buds and vole tracks.vole trails from last year Equinoxes are busy.
This moment in time, almost imperceptible,
and yet absolute.
It is different now, afterward.branches in the bowl
Cutting up the sassafras
leaves and branches
for the fire,
putting out gathered sacrifice,
staying on the time schedule
almost as a means of remembering.
We ask out loud a lot these days
”What day is it? What time is it?”
and then soon afterward again
”What day is it? What time is it?”

We have been rebalancing
in all these changes-
Earth changes
life changes
family changes
health changes

Earth changes life changes family changes health changes.
(add punctuation as needed)
sacred grove
It was a beautiful ritual,
so lost in the meditation on and with the Earth,
I came to the directions from far away it seemed.
Redirecting our energies with the orientation of this planet,
bunny crackers, orange like fall, in handfuls like bunny poop
in each direction. Not a trace of them the next morning.
The East of vision like the eagle or the hawk and rising each new day to that light and the South of our environmental lessons and our family of 400,000 peacefully gathered together due south of us and the West of our neighbors and the sun setting exactly on center and the North of the coming Winter and the White Buffalo and good healing
for ourselves and our families and our Earth Mother.
And the up and the down and the center.
our center
Moth-full tortilla flour gifted with love to the Earth,
falling in dust and clumps,
she supports us all.
moth meal for the Earth Mother
dark pink rose for Mananan, surrounding us with its scent
and also fermented cider with intoxicating apple smell,
then a white rose for Goddess Bridget
and more cider
in a circle
with gratitude.
fire burns roses
   Our outsiders offering towards the woods with kindness
Bryan brought peach scraps, rotted parts and pits
from our first harvest & processing of this year.
He returned with the container filled with fresh whole fruit.
Like a magic trick.  
peaches peaches return whole
Balancing and rebalancing.
 sacrificedried flowers for the Ancestors-all our ancestors,
those humans who were, our family, 
friends and family especially those recently passed,
our teachers, our inspiration, artists from the last century, scientists and writers, farmers and actors,
people who struggled and lived and loved and died.
garlic stalks from the last of last year’s harvest for the Spirits of Nature and Place-rocks and hummingbirds and crows and blue jays and bees and cats and wind and clouds and sun and all the water and waterways and animals and bugs and grass and flowers and seed heads and fruit and mold and rot and compost and so much more on this amazing planet.
dried Thuja branch trimmings for the Gods & Goddesses, the shining ones and the eventual match for our fire.
lighting the fire from the fire
lighting the fire as final sacrifice
and also tossing in
the three corns-chips, crumbs & meal
for the season.

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Circles of offerings of circles
letting go of old and no longer needed circles
grateful for healing circles
prayers for helpful new circles
grapevine wreath from last year
sweetgrass wreath from last season
small wreath from my pocket
circle wreath
so gentle and focused just the two of us.
reaching into the endless bag of divination
(it’s bigger on the inside) 
finding all or enough of the runes   season changes
from the Ancestors: Jera or harvest or a year
from the Spirits of Nature & Place: Berkanu or birch or beginnings
from the Gods & Goddesses: Kenaz or the torch or the shaping & crafting
for the Season: Fehu or fee.
toes & omenstoesWe get the same or some of the same omens a lot,
we are being told to listen
listen to what we know

hallowing the waters and a bit of mint flowers
in the leftover smoldering smoke. 
2 large glasses and a bit extra
Bryan drinks his down continuously and slowly and I drink mine in several long sips with long breaths in between.

Oh thank you everyone, 
finish the cider all.
cider thanks
We sit and we hug 
We walk into the nemeton to see the sun set
through the entrance due West from due East
We talk about this life, this season, the dry stream,
our growing son, changing times, the Earth Mother

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Our Whole Lughnasa

time space continuum
A lot has passed this season from summer to autumn.
We have been through a lot and it is still not over,
but we take each day as best we can,
keeping on keeping on.

Lughnasa started with us struggling for normal,
trying to pretend that we were ok, that we could deal,
that life was fine.
Catching up on meetings and work
in between medicine and doctors appointments
and keeping everyone informed.
Not really cooking or cleaning,
just wandering through the days.
Waiting for Lughnasa and the turning of the wheel.
blue  red/green

                           Grateful for simply us,
                   very personal ritual in our own time.

Eating magical food lovingly prepared and gifted by a friend who shared her ingredient list that reads like poetry 
with complex and delicate flavors to match.
Normally we share tasks, at that time I was just all too happy to be strong enough to gather sticks and wood, to build a fire, to set up for ritual, to have him here,
and to gather together as family in sacred space and time.
fire built
Notes from Lughnasa:
Everything you need is just at your feet, the woods dark,
the waterfall a trickle.
Smudging the house from bottom to top,
lighting the fire of love
in the east & the south & the west & the north
clearing our space with smoke and honoring with gratitude
all positive energies
clearing the air
moving quicker as the house filled with smoke,
though no alarms went off
then the outside of the house
and the sage busting into full flame outside the root cellar
(may that be the only open fire to ever be near there)
blessing our energy source and backup energy,
garbage and mail,
and our house shrine- secret grove
and our gardens and fruiting plants and trees
and the flowers
and laying the shell of smudge finally on the earth.
Ready at the fire and just us
getting together quietly,
getting a glass of water,
getting comfortable if possible
within ourselves and with ourselves
sacred space3 gongs each different

the house shrine candle set a piece of wood alight
and with that our ritual
begun with the smudge without beginning
began on its own
this wood was lighter for the crown flame
and the central fire.
wood fireflame slice lighting our cedar 2

flying fire
firefirst central firefire 
Let this fire be a good fire 
Bryan and the firessmoke
Let our prayers be heard
Prayers for Peace with the world
shared with the moon

sacrificeFlower petals and whiskey and garlic stalks
and chocolate chip cookies
Our tincture for the Earth Mother
teas and herbs
and the last of last year’s sweet grass for final sacrifice
Jamison & cookiescookies and smoke
ash    fire
sacrificesacrifice  sacrifice burns sacrifice burns sun  prayers prayers prayers
sacrifice burnssacrifice prayersfinal sacrificefinal sacrifice  sacrifice burnssacrifice burns sacrifice burns sacrifice burns Family holding hands and om together around the fire
3 sets of omens
plus 3 virtues

Endless gratitude and tears
It is a gift to pray

Feel yourself be you  omen cloth  runes 1 & 2runes 3 & 4        runesJoy/Truth, Direction & Balance/Prayer, Attention& Defense/
Sacred Enclosurereading runesshuffling cardsritual space5 of Cups/The Magician/10 of Pentacles/
9 of Cups
Acknowledgement of our remaining strength
Catalyst using all the tools
Root energy of stability with all you need
Satisfaction & appropriate movement
tarot omensvirtue omensogham omens Ur or the Heather/Saille or the Willow/Fearn or the Alder/
Onn or Gorse
sweetness, bending, defensive & protective,
shield for that which is precious

waters and circlesfinal fireashes      ashes  we all fall down