The Moon is Full tomorrow night : ) I will celebrate the Barley Moon (aka: the Corn Moon, sometimes known as the Wort Moon) on my own, in my Sacred space, in prayer for one who is about to undergo surgery. He has amazed me with his incredible generosity and motivation to be as well as possible, in spite of a chronic disease and ongoing medical issues.
This is a time of harvest; herbs are collected, stalks are cut down, and grain falls only to rise again in the Spring.
Our fate is in the hands of the Gods. But - my hope is that this lovely man will not be called to the Summerlands. Not yet, anyway.
Be Blessed. )O(
Friday, August 8, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
The Wheel has turned. Although we're approaching the dog days of August, there is a change in the angle of the sunlight. The temperatures during the day are so warm, but cooling nights are a heads up that autumn is around the corner.
I feel torn this year. Normally I'm in (what I refer to as) Squirrel Mode by now. Everything my yard and garden produces is being dried, frozen or canned.
Jars of dried herbs and salves would normally be filling the shelves in my playroom. The pantry should be bursting with canned fruits and jams. The freezer should be full of bags of blanched vegetables, casseroles made from the produce in my garden, and fruit from the plants, bushes and trees.
This summer is different. I needed a total knee replacement (probably due to 20 years of karate, but that's another story). I assumed I would be operated on in the Fall, but when the surgeon saw me in mid May, he wanted to do it immediately. I was in the OR June 4th.
Its been a long recovery process, and somehow I feel as if I've missed summer. I'm not able to stand for the long periods of time needed to do my usual summertime work. I'm trying to content myself with making small batches of ointment, and collecting some herbs to dry when I can. Its not the same.
The Universe seems to be teaching me to be in the moment. To trust that all will be well, that there will be enough, and that by next summer, I'll be on track. As someone who is both accomplishment and goal driven, this is a hard lesson.
Be in the moment. Trust. All will be well. This is my mantra.
I feel torn this year. Normally I'm in (what I refer to as) Squirrel Mode by now. Everything my yard and garden produces is being dried, frozen or canned.
Jars of dried herbs and salves would normally be filling the shelves in my playroom. The pantry should be bursting with canned fruits and jams. The freezer should be full of bags of blanched vegetables, casseroles made from the produce in my garden, and fruit from the plants, bushes and trees.
This summer is different. I needed a total knee replacement (probably due to 20 years of karate, but that's another story). I assumed I would be operated on in the Fall, but when the surgeon saw me in mid May, he wanted to do it immediately. I was in the OR June 4th.
Its been a long recovery process, and somehow I feel as if I've missed summer. I'm not able to stand for the long periods of time needed to do my usual summertime work. I'm trying to content myself with making small batches of ointment, and collecting some herbs to dry when I can. Its not the same.
The Universe seems to be teaching me to be in the moment. To trust that all will be well, that there will be enough, and that by next summer, I'll be on track. As someone who is both accomplishment and goal driven, this is a hard lesson.
Be in the moment. Trust. All will be well. This is my mantra.
Friday, August 1, 2014
Lughnasadh, August 1st, 2014
I love this Sabbat. Truth be told, I love them all, but this one brings me joy.
I have been alone many times over the years on this Sabbat, and turned the Wheel with fire and bread and corn and ale. And drumming.
I have shared this Sabbat with others over the years. There were moments of sheer joy as we danced on high places to the beat of drums. There have been moments spent in stillness, watching large flocks of crows overhead; Sun setting in the West and Moon rising in the East. There have been Circles focused on song and drums, with Cinnamon Whiskey as our tipple and for a libation to Lugh.
There was a laughter filled night with a pot luck feast and "Whack a Witch".
Fire. Song. Food. Drums. Laughter. Dance. With these, we honour Lugh, God of Light, Shining One.
Tonight, I am blessed to be able to be with my tribe. We will mark the first harvest, and give thanks for abundance.
Blessed Be.
I have been alone many times over the years on this Sabbat, and turned the Wheel with fire and bread and corn and ale. And drumming.
I have shared this Sabbat with others over the years. There were moments of sheer joy as we danced on high places to the beat of drums. There have been moments spent in stillness, watching large flocks of crows overhead; Sun setting in the West and Moon rising in the East. There have been Circles focused on song and drums, with Cinnamon Whiskey as our tipple and for a libation to Lugh.
There was a laughter filled night with a pot luck feast and "Whack a Witch".
Fire. Song. Food. Drums. Laughter. Dance. With these, we honour Lugh, God of Light, Shining One.
Tonight, I am blessed to be able to be with my tribe. We will mark the first harvest, and give thanks for abundance.
Blessed Be.
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