It's been raining for weeks, the whole month it seems.
Today it rains only a bit and also while the sun shines
but it is cold.
And then there are the few days of endless blue sky
when all else is forgotten.
We may be stumbling in the chill and chaos,
but the Earth manages,
slowing the growth,
continuing,
absorbing and releasing.
And now today, a week and a lifetime later,
this last day of May,
it rains and is cold again.
Summer heat will arrive soon,
may we continue peacefully forward
with fierce strength
and and the support of our Kindreds
always remembering our connection and interconnection.
a day shy of the last day,
but it was not technically raining.
These cycles and rituals of this life
including death
and transformation
are a great gift.
Finding joyful belly laughter,
like the sobbing of deep sorrow
or weeding the garden,
is special magic.
Notes and pics and memories from Ritual:
crowned with daffodils and flowers from the blooming trees
and using the egg balanced on the hearth at Equinox
and fermented spirits
as offering to the hole.
and may our labor produce good harvests.
busyness for days
magic and transformation
the way things bloom
the way things unfurl
a developing nature
the song of the Baltimore oriole
the drum of the rain
pouring rain
appreciating the effort
that people make
to come and clan
to gather and worship
although a consistent and heavy rain
it hadn't been a gusty
and dangerous storm.
concerted effort
to make fire
outside
as we always do
somehow
smart to retreat
need-fire in the rain
glowing embers
in the hearth
the next morning
pouring so hard, soaking rain
the land pooling in many places
praying the rain keeps flowing
and not flooding
so much rain
lessening wild fire risk
filling our wells
making everything green
buckets of rain.
then a downpour
then flame
then torrential rain
finally putting out the fire
soaking wet
move inside
build the fire
adjust
whatever works
even a candle
can be a flame
chairs for all,
sitting under the table
or laying on the floor
things need to be
10 of us
calling the directions
the colors
or the elements
and the up and down
and center.
of the blue glass bowl
given to us from another being
whose birthday was that day.
charged crystal for the bonsai tree.
raffia braid for the fire.
to start the fire
dried greens
and sage
let this fire be a good fire
let all our fires
be good fires
many roses
the last flowers from her birthday,
garden sage,
petals,
the straw flowers
dried last summer
from the window,
lemon balm
from the basement,
forgotten flowers
no longer needed
in this blossoming time.
all the sacrifice consumed
I've seen this being in the fire at other rituals
we are prepared to transform
into something that is right
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| our Omens |
from the Ancestors- Os, the Voice - the Wind
listen & hear
-pulled by Hudson-
from the Spirits of Nature & Place- Daguz, Day- High Noon
vantage point & seeing clearly
-pulled by Lily-
from the Gods & Goddesses- Kenaz,the Torch-Shaping & Crafting
cauterize, healing, light
-pulled by Elizabeth-
for the Season- Berkanu, Birch-Beginnings
birth
-pulled by Bryan on his Birthday-
Listen-See-Feel
Begin
Silly Songs
are Love
Gratitude as Prayer
different kind of egg things
dancing the Maypole
in the pouring rain
boots and umbrellas
and song and laughter
slowly standing still
laughing & feeling joy
lost & found
sleeping & dreaming
connecting & staying active
ungroundedness
is a constant
it's like there is no floor
current civilization
digital speed
the rain and the wet earth
soaking wet
puddling quickly
drenching
the ground
squishy but solid
and real
complete & total greening
rapid growth
flow & strengthen
may these rains
drown those who harm us
may we rise up safely
together
strong
together
Gratitude is Prayer
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| In Loving Memory |
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