Autumnal Equinox-Harvest Balance

 autumn is speeding quickly towards winter
the beauty of color gone from the garden
ablaze with the leaves
rapidly now blowing off the trees
 covering the green of the land
for us to crunch through and rake.

cycles of seasons flying by,
nature reminding us to be present
in a world gone mad

distracted by devices

and divisiveness, 
everything returns to the Earth.

we've been maintaining our joyfulness
and compassionate loving
as best we can,
knowing that is truly the antidote,
keeping that alive for the future,
but it often pales 
to the destruction
which is so disheartening.

gathering together to pray,
to mourn and grieve,
to honor and witness,
doesn't feel enough
though it is.

endless tears
like leaves 
fall,
breathing slow and strong
is always good.

some brief disjointed notes and pics from our ritual day:

poop processional
hummingbirds
little dog with the stick and the log
mid-size dog with the bone 
flowers
and bacon fat
and everything

Lily, Eric & Biscuit the dog
Nicci, Katrina & Elizabeth 
Elaine, Francis & Ruby the dog  
Cal
JTM
& us

lots of hummingbirds

the magical volunteer 
corn and pumpkin
claiming the close to the house fire circle

never enough time
to connect deeply enough with each other

but the thread of connections
and interconnections
randomness
being whole
and together
laughing
good laughter
blooming honeysuckle


being neutral/balanced

watermelon guts thanks
beer thanks
gum thanks

it's been a good season
we are so grateful

energy shift of collecting people
into ritual

the energy of the Earth
and the energy of the Sky
the equinox energy pivot

so dry
so very dry
leaves fading fast
giving thanks for this good weather
praying for good rain

Earth Mother
before meditation
so we never forget

leftover salami crackers
for the outsiders
consumed after ritual
when no one was looking
by Ruby the dog
a tiny massive goddess of energy

armloads of flowers 
consumed in a small fire

zinnias from Elizabeth for all
heart communication 
between everything
laughter/vertebrae

 

ear of corn 
whistling
in the fire
while we were doing 
the waters

 trying to find balance
right now

obscuring emotional attention
attached to what is now
digital content

this whole weekend
dark moon to new moon

connections & interconnecting
a strong web of love
flexibility is essential

release and let go
to be stronger

peaches and more peaches
no deer interrupting us

silence when rune casting 

Our Omens:

from our Honored Dead: Perthro, the Lottery Cup, Chance
from the Nature Spirits: Ingwaz, Expanding Seed Concept, Growing/Being/Doing
from the Gods & Goddesses: Sowelu, the Sun, Illumination
for the Season:Tir, the Spiritual Warrior, Directionality

PINGST

joyously fragmented
spur of the moment is always
when it comes true from the heart
thoughtful and specific
is also important
especially
when it comes true from the heart

energetics
energies
yogic balance
tolerance/intolerance
releasing into the equilibrium of silence
stillness within
and the whole
feel your form

3 beautiful women with grey hair
looking at each other's
spiral earrings
before heading home

 

Autumnal Equinox rebalancing

 
Suddenly the birdsong at dawn is no more.
Suddenly the extended dusk is gone, with darkness overtaking the sky earlier and earlier.
Suddenly the evening cacophony of insects is silent.
And the hummingbirds have left,
though the downy woodpecker still calls for us to refill the feeder
they have becomed accustomed to feasting from.

Last harvests,
leaves begin to change,
sweaters are great,
and hot soups entice.

Now almost mid-October
leaves are all colors
and falling.
Plants have come inside
and mostly
the harvests are done.
Only cleaning up remains;
only dreams and memories
of the Summer
remain;
only wistfulness
amid the brilliant blue skies
with magnificent cloud formations
and accompanied by the warmth of the woodstove
remain.

 Finally a day of rain
quenching the parched Earth
and drained waterways
and cancelling big plans.
Now is not the time to do,
but to withdraw,
even as the need to gather
becomes essential.

Together
we are community.
Together
we will get through the dark times,
the hurricanes,
the wars and slaughter,
the fear.
Together
with a cup of tea.

Even at the Equinox,
we could feel the shift.
Prayers for good healing,
prayers for balance,
prayers for deep strong breath,
prayers for love.

As a Grove,
we are working on compassion and consideration
for ourselves and each other.
We don't do rules,
but we have a code of conduct
based in respect,
the same respect and honor,
that we share with our Kindred Spirits.
Mindful of time,
sacred time, each other's schedules, the times of our lives.
Mindful of space,
personal space, sacred space, our home and our bodies.
Mindful of our hearts.

At this season's ritual reminder,
I noted the need to come focused,
snacking is for later (unless you are very hungry),
chatting is for later (unless your talk is about ritual),
and mentioned my request for landwork support.
Hosting is a lot,
and as we get older,
managing the prep, the property and the energies,
becomes a lot.

Ironically,
at this holiday of balance,
everyone showed up late
(one person just as we were closing the gates),
conversation went all over the place as we waited,
I encouraged folks to eat something,
and now we may need to reschedule
our landwork day due to other weather related events.
So there is your balance.
Don't expect, though planning is good.
Don't hold fast, though strength is essential.
Don't be rigid, though grateful our Southern friends' homes
were solid.
Don't wallow in grief, though mourning in these times
is a given.
Keep the faith,
gentle and true.

Notes and pics and remembrances from then:

Everyone was late thus just us together
making the small fire
with sticks and more sticks
the land very dry
so not at the five circle directional fire pit
no big fire
but nonetheless
a consuming and constant one.
Dancing fire, dancing flames.

Real love vibe

Johnny arrived first though he texted that he would be late.
Then Sophie, all dressed up and always beautiful
(she had thought the email said formal attire!)
Then Eric who had also texted that he was stuck in traffic.
So folks who thought they were running late
were early
was how it went.

But before that it was the two of us
feeding the fire
newly gathered
sticks and sage
being
balanced
alone.

Seeds are made now,
harvesting time or planting time
is anthropocentric
human time,
but the making of seed
is this time of final fruiting
the energy for next year.
What seeds are we making now
to bring to fruition
in the future?

 Then Johnny's friends arrived.
Called Elizabeth's house
to make sure she & Katrina were coming,
they arrived last.
Nicci and Leah just before them.
Some Prosecco.
Some water.
Two dogs big and small.
11 humans(plus one in utero and one at ritual's end)
and good feelings all around.

The balance of imbalance,
the flexibility of harvest,
the comfort of gentleness.

in a cheese coma dreaming

panting dog
wanting to claim
the old turkey outsiders offering
having to settle
for large sticks

 sweetgrass braid for Bridget
flowers and flowers
fresh and dry
smoke and fire
building and consuming

sacrifice for Dad and Mom
for energy transformed
for Kathy
for healing
for Peace
and an end to endless
genocide and hate
for sanity
and gratitude

 

the nourishment and hydration
of coconut water
Thank You Earth Mother

 This early pre-dawn
a pink glow due East
fading into the clouds

prayers for ease and tears of sadness
transitions are hard
anger and fear come so easily
nothing is in our control

"Bridget is BRAT"

Frey and Freyja - the divine twins of fertility
harmonious abundance but balanced
intentionality as non-directional
receptivity
of unintentional 'what offers itself to us'

the sacrifice of the burning swan
beloved planting container
falling apart
transformed to magic

 

 

and then the struggle
to pull up the dead Mullein
not letting go
of its place in the rock and ground
magical sacrifice
tells stories

 Our Omens:MGAuD

the Self
the Gift
the Voice
the Day

acknowledge this
listen and accept
see clearly, mindfully
you already know
act accordingly
from the vantage point of awareness

the runes for our
Ancestors/Spirits of Nature/the Season
were upside down as in flipped over
hidden
but the Voice
from the Gods & Goddesses
was forward
clearing the path

 -Omens of Potluck Food-
all snacks and desserts
except
two tomato salads

Feed yourself
as best you can.