August is now here and ready for forward movement.
MidSummer was all about stretching out and languishing timelessness.
As always from then to now comes from what we visioned, what we conjured,
but who but the butterflies really knew
that we would come to such fullness.
The light was brighter and we were tasting the first of summer.
Now it is as if the green and the eternal day was forever.
Especially as it begins to fade.
Cycles upon cycles upon cycles.
Woven with gratitude and wonder and breath.
Notes and pics from then:
Easylike
lovingly gathered from here
with special intention.
it's just about being welcoming.
reeds harvested from last year
was the tinder
an awareness/boundary
be a bit more scrappy and resilient
barefoot/swimming/being naked
Summer
the birdsong, the song of the cricket,
the rushing water
Summer
offering up and not sure
but you are willing
Summer
gathering in humanity
gathering as humans
waiting for each other
in great celebration
the heat of the sun
the cool of the shade
the magic of the moment
sun and heat and midday
as natural trance inducers
honing our spirit to align with
our whole self
drinking "real" champagne together
with juice or fruit or straight
brunch-style
Summer
LIFE!
it's amazing how fire finds a breeze
when there is none
feed what feeds you
Our Omens
each picked by a different person for the blessing of all
from our Beloved Dead: Hagal or Hail
(or disruption)
from the Spirits of Nature and Place: Thuriz or Thorn
(or protection/defense/that which pricks ya)
from the Gods and Goddesses: Mannaz or Self
(of, by and for)
for the Season of MidSummer: Nathuz or Need
(what do you really need)
Bryan got the bug in his waters of melted ice.
Is Kevin a Magical Sprite? Aren't we all?
no longer wanting to be fractured or compartmentalized
the need to tamp down the fire
the act of giving it breath
Summer
