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Just as I’ve started an exercise and nutrition routine that I had long promised myself I would do once I retired, I am also making more time for Divination which I love to do. Divination helps open me to the Sacred and brings me back to the Goddess when I let the mundane take me from the Otherworld for too long.

I found this wonderful mid-year evaluation spread on a blog I follow, Quill of the Goddess.

https://quillofthegoddess.com/2018/06/14/summer-solstice-tarot-spreads/

I used the Gaian Tarot by Joanna Powell Colbert, my go-to deck it seems, for the past many months.

I changed the questions just a tiny bit for me and this is what I pulled:

1 – What has helped me grow since Winter Solstice?

  • Elder of Fire – The elder doesn’t sit back and accept things as they are but transforms them using all the magical tools at her disposal; charms, spells, and incantations as well as pen and paper, paintbrush and canvas, or spoon and cookpot.
  • Affirmation: I am at home in all the worlds of power and transformation.
  • Meaning in my life – My spiritual path is changing and growing and the last 6 months have resulted in building the foundation for something new. I didn’t sit back and accept. I am transforming my path using all the tools at my disposal in this world and the Otherworld.

2 – What is my strongest attribute right now?

  • 0 The Seeker – The Fool. New Beginnings. Starting a new journey with a new perspective. Time to hit the road and be open. Dare to risk, there are endless possibilities. Are you longing but afraid? Do you fear you have too much to lose? Are you being wise or letting fear stop you?
  • Affirmation: I make my life a walking prayer and cultivate wonder.
  • Meaning in my life – This was wonderful validation at this time when I am beginning something new and a reminder to be open, to look at all possibilities, and to dare. To be a Witch is to dare. I am at the point where I Dare. I Dare to risk what I have known for something new and exciting.

3 – What needs support for the rest of the year?

  • Ten of Earth – Pass your wisdom along to the next generation. Something you thought had ended is bursting with new life. How does your work support others? Don’t be trapped by the work. Drop the demands and expectations and be blessed to see your hard work pay off.
  • Affirmation: I know that my life’s work will benefit coming generations.
  • Meaning in my life – This is more validation that the direction I am going is where my path lies. I need only stay the course and put in the work to see that work pay off. This new direction will be my legacy as I have wanted and dreamed. I will continue on this path.
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Spring Lament

My jasmine-scented backyard draws me to sit and rest like nothing else can.

It is evening – when the aromas are most powerful, and I am sitting in the gathering gloaming.

I can smell honeysuckle and the long blooms on my oak-leaf hydrangea that has grown taller than me this year.

I’m watching the shadows deepen as I bathe in Nature’s perfume.

The late Spring/early Summer evening is heavy with love.

I am glad to see the first fireflies in the deepening gloom.

Their love-dance of momentary brilliance seems fraught with desperation but their flight is so Fae it makes me happy.

Even with the traffic sounds, it is serene in my backyard.

I am serene.

How can I so love a world that shows me such tender beauty that even the breeze holds Her breath,

Yet a hometown away, a dear loved-one struggles to live, just one more day?

I’ve performed my magic and chanted my chants and lifted her into the care of She-Who-Hears-Our-Suffering and She-Who-Heals.

She is there and I am here, and we are both under the same sickle-new-moon.

O’ Moon, send her my love and bear her to the other side on your gentle moonbeams.

May her passing, when it comes, be as serene as my soul in my backyard.

It is the best I could wish her for her journey.

 

 

For my sister-in-law, Debbie

May 2018

It Must Be Spring

It seems my blood runs in poetry each year during May. It is a pattern I’ve just now begun to realize. Perhaps it is my Moon in Taurus that drives me outside where nature’s beauty in my little piece-of-earth sets my soul to pondering when the sun moves into this Astrological Sign.

One of the benefits of a long life, (I’m just 63, but that is nearly ten years more than my mother lived) you begin to notice the connections in your life as it moves through the Wheel of the Year. The Wheel of the Year is a celebration of the cyclical changing of the seasons and rotation of the sun. The holy days are defined as Sabbats. The Sabbats are known to Wiccans and many Pagans as the following:

Sabbat Name

Common Name Astronomical Event

Calendar Date

Yule

Christmas Winter Solstice

December 21

Imbolc

Groundhog Day Cross Quarter Day

February 2

Ostara

Easter Vernal Equinox

March 21

Beltane

May Day Cross Quarter Day

May 1

Litha

Midsummer Summer Solstice

June 21

Lughnasadh

Lammas Cross Quarter Day

August 1

Mabon

Harvest Home Autumnal Equinox

September 21

Samhain

Halloween Cross Quarter Day

October 31

But, thinking about the patterns of my own life, perhaps I need to make my own Wheel of the Year.

My Wheel begins at Imbolc when I begin to ponder the ‘calling’ of the year. It is my birthday month so perhaps, as many of us do, we take stock during our annual solar return and begin to think what we need to begin work on so that we grow into the people we want to be. Imbolc could be my calling for the year time.

Ostara is when I finally get to plant my garden in seeds or little baby seedlings. I’ve dreamed and planned for it during the cold months but I finally get my fingers in the dirt. It is my planting time.

Beltane begins my poetry time perhaps because of the moon’s annual lunar return into Taurus, my moon sign.

Midsummer is a time I am battling to keep my growing things alive. The never-ending sun and heat of Texas withers much of my best-laid plans and my garden struggles to live. I will call this my battle time.

Lughnasadh is often when I travel to see family. It helps to escape the relentless heat of Dallas and gets me away from the frustration of being nearly house-bound to the air-conditioning. It could be my vacation time.

At the Autumn Equinox, I might take stock of the projects I’ve worked on during the summer. What have I harvested/completed? What still needs to be done? What might need to change? This could be my evaluation time.

By Samhain, I grow poetic again.  There is something about the golden sun low in the sky and the turning leaves that moves me deeply.  I look forward to the coming cold and the family time that the late harvest/early winter season brings. I could call this family and gratitude time.

At Yule, I get to go into myself. Before I retired, it was the one time of year I had a lot of time off so I could go ‘into-the-deep’ of myself without stress. I hope to continue this, just because it is the cold and dark time which invites introspection. I will call it my ‘going into the deep’ time.

My personal Wheel of the Year looks like this:

Faelind Event

Faelind Description

 Sabbat Name

Going-into-the-Deep Time

Facing Shadows & Learning from the Dark

Yule

My ‘Calling-for-the-Year’ Time

I ‘receive’ my ‘calling’ for the year ahead

Imbolc

Planting Time

Getting my fingers in the dirt

Ostara

Poetry Time

Nature beckons and fills my soul to overflowing

Beltane

Battle Time

Struggling to keep my garden alive

Litha

Vacation Time

Visit family, ancestral homeland, & escape Texas heat

Lughnasadh

Evaluation Time

What have I accomplished? Do I need to change course?

Mabon

Family and Gratitude Time

Gratitude for bounty and gratitude for family

Samhain

What does your Wheel of the Year look like?

More May Poetry

Night Fall

~

Peach clouds, soft gray sky

Bright crescent moon above me

Gloaming to sunset.

~

Earth-shine on the moon

Rounding the crescent to full

Light is reflected.

~

Fireflies are dancing

At the liminal dark edge

My favorite time.

~

Dark now, moon in haze

Bugs singing in the dark trees

Night fall is complete.

~

Scents and sounds of night

Jasmine and honeysuckle

Music to my nose.

~

May Poetry

Evening

The gloaming shade of evening settles deeply upon me

Reminding me that I too am in the evening of my life.

A glowing orange horizon peeks through silhouettes of trees

Reflecting illuminated moments of my life obscured by dark uncertainties.

No breeze yet to waft the sweet scent of jasmine to my waiting nose

As I often waited for the perfect “something” before living my authentic life.

A soft breeze begins as early fireflies advertise their desire to an empty shade

Did I also waste my precious brilliance to abuse and indifference?

Evening gives way to night, the dark hiding the jasmine from sight but not smell

Will I know the foreign language of Old Age when my evening passes into night?

Tree Girl

http://www.philipcarr-gomm.com/tree-girl-intimate-encounters-with-wild-nature/

Staring into the Abyss

I am cut to the quick –

Betrayal slices open my heart and walks away

There will be no solace from the west – only predators.

~

My anger is covered over with Labradorite layers of hurt

The slow flame shining through the rock

But there is no burning off the sorrow.

~

Strength is drowning in my deep well.

My deep well – no longer safe – cannot/will not bring me home.

I am rudderless on the black ocean of stars – it is quiet except for my pain.

~

A swirling, spinning spiral swallows each one in its chaotic grip

At a word.

It is voracious. Its name is Rumor. There are many children.

~

How do I move through the lies thick as honey – to see a sunrise?

When everything falls away, who will be gone?

Will I know myself?

Will I be whole?

~

What will I be?

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