May begins as it always does:
fixing and adding ribbons
gathering flowers from the trees
and adorning the crown
of the Pole,
uncovering and making offerings
to the hole
the egg balanced from Equinox
into the Earth Mother.
Bless us with good planting, growth and harvests,
may our creativity thrive,
may beauty and joy surround us
even
or especially
during these times
of great sorrow, grief and chaos and destruction.
Though there has been a bit of intense heat this month,
rapid forcing blooming,
this slow cool and gentle season
has been a great blessing.
Everything is in full green, nonetheless.
There is no stopping
the cycle of seasons
the cycle of life
and death.
Some irises bloom for only a day,
some for maybe a week
before weighed down with flowers
they fold.
May we always be weighed down with flowers.
Hummingbirds arrived right on time,
even though chilly nights
close to frost
hold bees still
till long after sunrise
now wonderfully early.
Everything is alive now,
right now,
this moment,
the long Winter
of silence and cold
barely a vague remembrance of a dream.
Welcome Summer,
ready or not,
here I come.
some random notes and pictures from our ritual
-in no real order but memory-
nothing conveys the actual
but only invokes inspiration
"Cal is in Charge"
letting go of hosting and doing
in order to center and ground
the heavy wait/weight
left in its wake
a timeless blank
empty and open
focusing on the self
without it being all about you
in one door and
out the other
Wondrous permeating quality of Nature
all interconnected
inside of us and outside of our form
just being in our body
the energy of shining forth
lipstick stories
in the kitchen
just being
using what you have
and going with where you at
old citrus for the directions
tossed
without standing up
without hitting people
after honoring the directions
Bryan read his transcription
of the Druid Peace Prayer
let my light radiate from me
grounded simplicity
of existence
willow leaf aspersion
from the Well
that which goes down deep
and from which we draw up
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| Sacrifice for our Beloved Bridget |
high winds
fire warnings
being safe
for this moment, this time
we are in sacred space
I want to invoke protection
I want to pray for peace and justice
yet all I can do
is say thanks
the drum and the gong
wind chimes and bird song
we do have more
control of our inside weird than we think
and it's good to have
these outside spirits
to help
comfortable
&
comforting
crackling of fire
and rattling of runes
Our Omens
from the Nature Spirits: Ansuz/OS (mouth)- the Voice
on the Wind, Odin's Wisdom communicating ecstasy,
Odin's Cape flapping in the woods, Peacemaker
from the Gods & Goddesses: Ingwaz- Being and Doing,
being in the present, becoming in the future,
evolving from the past, active & alive, potential
for the Season: Raido- Communication, the Completed Circuit, radio radio, progression forward
OANGR
its spiritual due
last year's mullein and sunflower stalk
burning in the air
we have never been in control
thank you Winter
for not killing us
thank you Winter
for passing
thank you Winter for the snow
we give thanks for you
for your fruitfulness
for your flowers
for your opportunity
Guramahagat- singular thanks
Guramahageeve- thanks to the many
open to possibilities
creation of sacred and safe space
trying to rescue the trapped ribbon
with a long forked stick
we made do with an uneven number of ribbons
but an abundance of silliness and joy
fire safety first
May ends as it always does
(this year with a full Blue Moon hidden behind clouds but felt)
putting away the Maypole for another year
Gods willing we will dance it again.
