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!

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Season of the May- Part 1

Maypole crown

Everything is beyond lush now. Bugs are plentiful. Days are eternal.
And there is no time at all.

We are on a constant roll of the next thing and the next
and at the same time
seeing each new flower and hearing every birdsong.


A moon-cycle of days the Maypole stood
and today we took it down.
The eggshell still underneath in the hole
now re-covered with the rocks that held the base
so firm and solid and vertical.
well secured

It often seems free-fall, but I think that is an illusion, like clouds in the distance.
It is about letting go with intent.
It is directional.

Do the trees wonder at their leaves?
egg in the hole

Saturday, April 1, 2017

April Fools

This extended slow Spring calming the chain reaction of bursting has been a blessing.
Extra time to ease into the longer days, the daylight saving.

It is every day still hard to maintain balance.

Its what we do every day- brushing our teeth and drinking coffee,
cleaning the house and making food, gathering and blinking at the sun.

Today again the ground looks more white than greenish brown, 
but the earth is warmed and comes through.

It was good to have had the blizzard before Equinox, 
Winter's last stronghold, seeming to bury the sprouted bulb flowers,
but they persist and survive.

The focus of shoveling as balance.
The force of the wind bending and breaking trees.

Huddling by the fire or under blankets to pass the time and allay fears, 
to sink into the silence of letting go.

What is in our control or under control or out of control.
That which we cannot control.
Vernal Equinox with no balanced egg but a stick snapped at the dawn moment.

Our Ritual was on a beautiful Sunday afternoon that allowed snow mountains to melt enough to carve out more parking spots(though Bryan was still concerned about space) and to carve out our well and let the ball of ice inside to be our foundation for our fire in our kitchen cauldron brought outside because there really was too much snow. No way to encircle the fire, but its smoke encircled us.

Our discussion about grove and worship groups and ritual and art reminds me of how long we have come together and hosted. So grateful to be here even if it is sometimes hard. That balancing act.
Going for the easy is not the point, but allowing natural flow is, re-balancing as needed.

We were 4 plus the kid:

our dear original grove member and a young friend of a dear friend and our small family.
Simple, quiet, balanced.

There was a bit of overwhelmed from days of snow moving, from slow melt and re-icing, from putting on and taking off scarves, but also new energy.

It is a hard time but it is a good time. To be alive. 

fire well and tree


East West
shining light, smokey fire, sinking in the snow, praying for the water, asking for clarity and support in these troubled times.
grateful for the not-so-terrible winter past,
hopeful for the seeds of the future.



our omens
from the Ancestors: Fehu or fee that mobile property or wealth, value and worth, in terms of Ancestors and the dead- work and cost and this economic relationship that we have.
from the Spirits of Nature and Place: Elwaz or the Elksedge, be on guard or pay attention. Be alert, the world needs more lerts.
from the Gods & Goddesses: the Perthro or the Lottery Cup or Chance. Luck.
for the Season: Daguz or Day, it represents often a profound full vision of what was before partially concealed.


 into the light

 with more melt and rain and more snow and sleet the springtime comes 

do it now