In the days of Queen Boudicca, there was a young woman who aspired to become a Druid.
“For the first three years of your training, you will keep the Great Silence,” the Chief Druidess tells her. “From one Samhain to the next, you will speak not so much as a single word. Then at Samhain you and I will meet to review your progress, at which time you may speak as many as two words, if you wish.”
The first year of the woman's training goes by. At Samhain she is summoned to the Chief Druidess.
“Well,” says the Druidess, “You have completed your first year of the Great Silence. You may now say as many as two words, if you wish. What would you like to say?”
It is so amazing watching a vision become real. And in our case, it starts in the dirt. The place has been chosen and cleared for the Goddess Samona’s Shrine.
In much of ancient Indo-European times, deities of waters were worshipped. Springs, rivers and seas all have gods and goddesses that were prayed to and honored in hopes the bodies of water would remain plentiful and yet at the same time, not flood. Water was critically important to the life and well being of the village. So much so that the person in charge of the tribe would be granted sovereignty only with permission of the local water (and surrounding land) deity.
Lughnasadh is upon us, and the farmers are anxiously looking to the skies for a few clear hours when they can harvest their crops of wheat in my area. It has been a hot, dry summer, and of course, just when the harvest is due to come in we get changeable weather with rain showers every day; not ideal when you need to gather in a crop like wheat totally dry, or else it will rot. So just like our ancestors, we look up and hope and pray for some dry weather, and for the farmers, that they’ve rented the combine harvesters on the best day for it, and not when it's going to dump it down halfway through their work.
Things are unpredictable in life. It's just something that we have to accept. With a little grace, we can face the problems and triumphs, the highs and the lows with equanimity. Grace is a word that is little used today, but one which I think is important, and one that I've been trying to live each and every day.
On Saturday July 16th at sundown, we completed a two year project to build a Shrine to Cernunnos. There are earlier blog entries here that describe the process of building the structure. This entry describes the final touches and the consecration.
On the grounds of Trout Lake Abbey, is a Labyrinth. It is shared by White Mountain Druid Sanctuary and the Mt Adams Zen Temple. Yes, there is a Buddhist Temple on site too. It’s amazing how easily Buddhists and Druids get along, but that’s for another post. The Labyrinth is a great example of this cooperation. There is a small shrine to light incense at the beginning (and end) of the walk.
Erin Lale
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Erin Lale
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Erin Lale
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Erin Lale
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