We share many things, this Dutch Iris and I
Both tall and slender, bask in warming weather
Country of heritage by name together
Blue edged with gold in the iris of my eye
Lughnasadh has aspects of the death-rebirth process. The fertility of spring is coming to full realization with the beginning harvest. The light half of the year is moving toward darkness but we know that life will be reborn again; this is a time for celebration and gratitude…
As a contemplative practice, the construction of land art is an embodiment of sacred space. It is a physical manifestation and acknowledgement of the awareness of the reciprocal relationship between the human soul, place, earth, and the universe… Continue reading
As Lughnasadh draws closer, we have been spending more time with the southwestern nemeton of Visionsong. Something that always fills me with a sense of wonder is the shift in the energies of each nemeton of Dreamvine Circle as the Wheel of the Year progresses. The visit we made today was particularly powerful for me for a few reasons, but the main reason was the way this nemeton’s energy has to me seemed to coalesce into a powerful and communicative consciousness in accordance with this time of the year.
I sense this building consciousness primarily as a chorus of ‘voices’, voices mainly consisting of the surrounding trees and stones. While most of the time the chorus is more of a subtle, blended hum of ‘sound’, today it was more like distinct voices speaking ‘languages’ I could not understand with the logical part of my mind. As I stood ‘listening’ today in the center of the nemeton, I felt an insistent surge of.. I hardly know what to call it. Feeling? Inspiration? I wanted to intone the Awen as a response to this surge of energy, but I am still rather self-conscious about using my voice as a mode of sacred expression. Settling for using my mind’s voice, I ‘intoned’ cascading Awens, lending my ‘voice’ to the voices of the nemeton. By the third Awen, it seemed like all the other voices had joined mine such that a chorus of Awens resounded through the woods and fields all around. It briefly took my breath away.
I read a quote from Carolyn Myss recently that struck me in much the same way: All life breathes together. It is times like those that I experience that reality firsthand, and I might never have come to these kinds of experiences without having come to a conscious practice of modern druidry. As I am sure many have said before me, druidry has ‘always been’ my spiritual practice, I just did not know it by that name until recently. Very much looking forward to celebrating the beginning of the harvest season on Lughnasadh once again!
It is still somewhat strange to go outside to see everything greening, leaves unfurling, flowers opening, and so on. The experience becomes beautiful not only for how it is but also for how it is different from the barren stillness of these past cold months. With the return of the green to Michigan comes many, many different birds. Turning into quite the bird enthusiast. Continue reading
These last few months have been a difficult winter for many. The arctic winds raced southward, ice thickened, and snow piled ever higher. After the last few very mild winters, the Cailleach seemed to be more than making up for lost time. Grumbled curses on the winter from the human peoples endlessly rumble from every road, every workplace, and every news station. Continue reading
Crane’s wing sweeps
floating like snowfall
Sweetly poised, graceful dancer
elegant hunter, steady watcher
Bugling call shakes dust from the soul
opening the inner sight to wondrous colors