“In the hollows of quiet places we may meet, the quiet places where is neither moon nor sun, but only the light as of amber and pale gold that comes from the Hills of the Heart. There, listen at times: there you will call, and I hear: there will I whisper, and that whisper will come to you as dew is gathered into the grass, at the rising of the moon.”
–Fiona Macleod, The silence of Amor; Where the forest murmurs p. 6
listening
Morning Trip (219)
“Think of yourself as a radio. When you are tuned in to your Higher Power (HP), it is like having clear reception on a very powerful frequency. It would be great if we could remain tuned in, but a hectic day in the material world causes the tuning dial to drift away. Before you know it, the clear reception has tuned into static.
We try to tune in to HP again, but it may not be so easy to turn the dial. Those who cannot do it have no choice but to tolerate the static. Their stress level goes up as they expend valuable energy to block out the loud and insistent noise.
To turn the dial, experienced cultivators center themselves. They take slow and deep breaths, knowing that the more frantic you are, the less you are able to find the timeless wavelength of their HP. Their inner tranquility causes the metaphysical tuning mechanism to automatically zero in on the right signal. Suddenly, the spiritual antennae bristle with energy, the noise of the static fades away and the only thing that remains is the voice of your HP.
What do you hear when you tune in to your HP? It may be the soundless melodies of nature’s music. It may be the wordless whispers of ancient wisdom. You can listen to the broadcast, or just let it play in the background as an unobtrusive companion for your happy solitude. Enjoy this gift from your HP in your own way.”
–unknown
Listening to The Moon
Ideas ideas how they move when one is making kitchen magic and regains ground. Ok so maybe not one, maybe me.
New things to put into the Chicken Stock popped into my head and so after a google, in the case of a ‘real’ recipe, I created. A lot of the ingredients added in were again items relating or that could relate to banishing. It IS the full moon after all! I forgot how good it feels to create and to trust and then to eat in this manner YUM!
While following the moon, I was tapped gently and attention was directed to the moon goddesses prancing about for my attention. Specifically the one that led me to the J. Hoare glass container at the antique shop. She continued her introduction to me in the symbols cut into the jar itself and in those twined on the sterling lid. The jar had a sliver cracked out of the rim which then for price and for the slight imperfection sealed the deal for me as the shop owner and new friend laughed and smiled as I stated that I was going to put my witchy things into it. I am not a witch, it’s just somewhat simpler to state what I am as witchy than to explain for hours and days on end what I am. I got the jar at the new moon and then I felt let down as nothing specific came to me to do with it on that day.
Today as I plucked rosemary and thyme for in the soup I thought to weave some rosemary around it and then thought about getting moon water. I don’t do ‘spells’ or look for them usually but I searched the idea. Yes! Gathering rain water in the jar complete with silver and rosemary at the full moon! Uh huh it’s raining! Now dance! I shall have to do the nakey part in my head and in spirit–I’m in the city limits with an elderly highrise looking down at my front door. lol giggling at the thought of how stimulating and yet socially unacceptable that would be. Also found several home blessing craftings which are similar to the ones that I make up from my head. Spent time looking for two ingredients that I do not have and their uses and origins. Right back to that goddess. I don’t worship goddesses mutter mutter to self. Enjoy sound, I need to request a bit stronger rain to fill the jar now. 😉
Wow! Yes, I am Listening!! Thank You for Giving Me Your Eyes
Today is mirror day…Phew!!! Thank you!
Beautiful Morning Noticing
First Train Home
I woke at 5:25 a.m. today. I tried to lie there and to drift off. I heard sounds of fluid spurting out.
The cat had wanted attention, more than anything else, so we have been attempting to extinguish such displays.
Uhm, perhaps this morning, she really did need to be let out. I have yet to find the cat pee, or the source of the noise.
It did get me dashing out of bed, thank you cat, for that, I think.
I let her outside. I was treated to cardinal serenades back upstairs in my room by the opened window as I ran through my morning routine, an hour or two early. I am productive so far! I wonder if this level of alert and function will last!? I think that might be nice. I will appreciate it, even if I end up not being able to sustain it today.
I updated Goodreads. I have been bringing bag after bag full of books home from the library. Some look and feel good. Some I quickly realize that I should have listened to my nose wrinkling brain, and let them there. Normally, to stretch my tastes, I MUST complete reading a book even if I dislike it. I cannot recall why I do this. I thought some of it was due to the Goodreads challenges. I can’t let me count a thing as having been read, if I haven’t read it cover to cover. I also do not like wasting of time. I think that I might have a very funny-odd way of deciding waste. I made a neat satisfying done pile to return to the library today.
I am thinking that I might go back to my new community garden plot–YES! I got one this year! I am only able to weed a few minutes at a time. I am really glad that the ground appears to have been well worked and it is pretty easy to get the weeds out. I am not sure if I will grow food or a witchy garden. Perhaps some combination of both. The plants and flowers that I have a wish for, work well as pollinators and for bringing the creatures that make things mesh and eat the ‘pests’. Speaking of eating. The cat has created a mural of evisceration on the walk in front of the door.
Chores now, running through the head. When did the kitchen here become Hell? My insides are horridly unhappy over this. The heart DID love cooking. Everything involved with it now, allergies, disorders of my household, and simply screaming, and not physically being able to clean it make it a mountain.
Inside, I think…make sun tea and lemonade in the new half gallon jars. Make mayonnaise, it is the base of many simple things. Outside, I suddenly decide that the feeling in the house and perhaps the literal clutter, requires a clearning. I begin by lighting the candle and smudging my room. I have tea. A smile of satisfaction and on, to music, Imogen Heap, and her train for home. I think of that train of addiction and how it just keeps on going without you. I think in a broader usage –important concept of generalization here, it reminds me that when I think that I get off of the train and check out of life, I’m going to roil along like being stuck in an undertow or roaring forward on that train.
“Do what you feel, just how you like…”–Imogen Heap
My Experience with Earth Harmony Ritual
I began writing this as a comment back to Dana over at Southern Herbalist. OH MY GOODNESS GOSH! I didn’t realize I missed the link before now (wednesday nov. 30)
I wrote: ha!
I knew before I hit the post that you’d tell me to clear it all and then sit with each one, to talk to it…and wait till I could hear it 😛
we so fuuuuuuuuuuunny!!
And then, I typed what follows, and then I decided I should just blog about it. So, here it is, my traveling back to myself…
I cleared the table today, I was even moved to salt scrub the surface of the table AND the wood tray that held many of the items! Then I salted me! 😀
Then I said, in my meaningful combination of snark and really meaning it: Ok, You gave to me these things to help myself and then to help others. I am feeling stressed or ungrounded and I do not trust myself to choose what to do next. Please increase the energetic feeling of each so that I do not make a mistake that might harm myself or, in turn, others. (I had moved everything to the chair, washed the tray and put it outside to air dry. Scrubbed the abalone shells, with salt–which I never EVER do. Grabbed each item and got IMMEDIATE FEEDBACK! I didn’t feel broken. AND, I knew what to do with the things I needed to put out as having been finished or used up. I ground some, snapped some and put them all into the center of the cat-mint and wormwood bed and thanked them for their use, like I do with burned smudge. Daughter brought me home a giant chunk of stone with crystal and some forms of chalcedony inside–much like a geode, but without much hollow space. It’s on the table. Mason jar with dried bunches of lavender. I got these fresh over the summer wondering what possessed me to do so. I added a sprig from the junipers outside the front door and three sprigs of fresh rosemary. The candle came back. The selenite stayed too. The spent matches holder is full of cloves. The wands and other wood bits that very strongly said KEEP ME are now inside a basket with sweet-grass, sage, cedar and other such items. A tiny basket now holds all of my stones that I picked up and put all in one spot, to smudge, they seem happy there so I will see. Both baskets and feathers are on the cleaned tray!
House feels so much better kiddos shouted what are you doing to the house and they came down to SIT AT THAT TABLE!!!
Thanks for posting what you did Dana, I didn’t feel able or trusting me enough to take care of it without the impetus of your blog.
Elisa's Spot 