Monday morning dawns bright and cheerful which doesn’t match my mood at all. After a rough night of sleep filled with pain, I only want more darkness and sleep to smooth out the rough edges. However, I’m a responsible adult (mostly) and have to be at work.
Somehow I have to smooth out the rough edges to get through my day.Coffee is not something which helps me.I’ve never liked it nor do I ever drink it.I have to find other things which will ease my grumpiness.
Me, when I hear “Midsummer's,” I tend to think "Bonfire."
But of course, that's not the whole story.
Because on Midsummer's Eve there's not just a blessing on the Fire. There's also a blessing on the Waters.
They say that on this night the Sun and the Moon come down to bathe in the waters. For Christian folk it's John the Baptist's night, and what does “baptize” mean in Greek but “dunk” in plain old English? People may have different reasons, but they all agree on what you're supposed to do.
This pathworking is an excerpt from my book, Sleeping with the Goddess. It has been constructed in three parts and can be used over three nights with an opportunity o journal between. You can also use it as a single session sitting.
This is a journey to a Grove of the Ancestors and the communing with them seeking their wisdom and knowledge.
I've recently finished co-teaching a six week class titled "Elements of Magic". It is one of the core pieces of magic I teach in the Reclaiming Tradition.I revisit this work every so often as a teacher and as a student. In my last post, I talked about my explorations with Air. Now I'm moving into Fire (cue music -The Ohio Players "Fire" )
February is probably my favorite month. It has little to do with the season and a lot to do with it being the month I was born. For such a short month, I always feel like there is so much going on in it.
First thing every morning throughout five or six months of the year, I build and light a fire in my fireplace. Sometimes I'm lucky enough to stay in bed past my husband so that he can warm the house before I crawl out from underneath my cozy flannel sheets and down comforter, but most mornings my duty is the fire.
When the routine starts in November, I do it begrudgingly. I dislike getting up and fumbling in the dark for my fleece sweatshirt and thermal socks only to walk out into the arctic living room and kneel on the frigid tile in front of the fireplace. This winter I got clever and talked my husband into bringing wood in for the morning before he goes to bed each night. At least now I don’t have to go out in sub-zero temperatures in my pajamas anymore. That seemed really insane.