There should have been a draft of this post,
a sketch of this record of remembrance of ritual.
But within the absence of solidity,
we begin again.
Lughnasah with it's languorous heat and endless August,
marks times of change,
spiraling towards Autumn,
imperceptibly.
A small group,
each delayed by the detour,
which had impacted our behavior
up here on the mountain
for so long
that it became forgotten.
Closed roads mandating exploration and navigational self-trust.
A new person,
connected through the Organization,
sharing stories and experiences
as we shared many kinds of chips and dips and cheeses.
Cake later.
Maintaining safety and protocol,
looking out for self and others,
grateful to be together.
The storms of this season have necessitated a reckoning
and assessment of strength and love.
Leaves begin to change, most flowers gone to seed,
the peaches ripen.
Sunrise is much later and Sunset earlier.
Cycles upon cycles upon cycles.
Listening and Hearing
Looking and Seeing
Doing and Being
DoBeDoBeDo.
it's not the same as being here
hot hot hot
thick muggy hot
iced water and more iced water
and our iced waters
self-care
letting it go
too hot to hassle
gathering flowers
magnificent sweets
slowing down to get there
being there then
and moving on
(through the woods to the Nemeton
and around and through again
noticing and remembering
honoring and recognizing
and back home)
at Specialtimes we try to reach out
and touch and communicate
back and forth
with these great friends
go a bit deeper into the posture
(let it be 100%)
(then in full flower and full of flying beings
now with flying seeds and those who eat those)
here's to found family
to what and who we foster
to shine in ourselves
and harvest our highest
abilities
