Sunday, July 22, 2018

Glorius MidSummer Solstice

I have no notes and we have been through a lot this month so its hard to remember much
but I know that the time was full (as befitting MidSummer) and we were on a path to healing,
to moving forward and towards becoming more of ourselves.

I remember groupings of people, friends bringing friends, younger ones and older ones and families.
I remember that the fire was as hot as it was tall
and that it reminded me to pay attention with reverence.

I remember many women and 3 men-two of whom live here, several people who had never been here
and yet everyone fit easily around the circle
or on the deck
or in the kitchen.

I remember how amazing ritual was.
I remember how magical ritual was.
I remember how I could have stayed up by the fire talking
all night.

The sun has seemed stronger these days, four weeks later,
but I notice the gentle lessening of the light in the dawn and at the end of the day.

We move towards the season of great thunderstorms.
May they be appropriate and quenching without destruction.

Back then, when the daytime was longest, the garden had just begun its total blossoming,
now there is a riot of flowers many taller than the tallest of us.

For us, we went from graduation and family
to illnesses and doctors and healing
to a new door and festivals
to our anniversary and more healing
to Solstice.

There was a stick breaking in the morning.

Renewal of repetitions of ritual.
Marking cycles.  
five-circle firepit set with last summer's stalks
And we were thinking there might have been even more,
maybe there were 13 of us altogether.
Bryan was pretty sure we would see flaming mice
run out of the pyre, which we didn't. 
Chairs around the fire were good, comfortable and easy,
not unlike this season.

The fire was strong and large and powerful.


And it was super full and bright.

 There was a lot there.

And then there was the final sacrifice,
flame suddenly reappearing after quickly burning down
floating fire over fire.

  Seeking Omens

Our Omens
from the Ancestors, our Honored Dead- Isa/Ice, thinking of ICE taking children away from families, thinking the smooth hard glassy surface, thinking the opposite of this holiday in the dark of winter, thinking staying cool with a frosty one.
from the Spirits of Nature & Place- Berkanu/Birch, beginning, birth, new beginnings
from the Gods & Goddesses- Sowelu/the Sun, the path of the Sun, it has to do with the cycle and with the dependable nature of the movement, orientation, the Major Director of obvious stature.
For the Season- Fehu/Fee, what is the value, the mobile wealth and property, absolute value, could also be the level of cost and what something costs.

We drank our waters and gave our thanks
and settled down again returning to ourselves.

We filled our plates with the great bounty of food.

Started before everyone arrived it glowed long into the night.