Changing Paths challenge day 27: change
My favourite times of year are the transitional seasons of spring and autumn, when everything is changing rapidly. In spring there are new blossoms and new leaves emerging, and the days lengthen rapidly. In autumn, the leaves turn red and yellow and orange and are blown away in the wind. The smell of bonfires is in the air, symbolising the transformation of decay into the bright energy of fire.
Her eyes are flowers
That turn towards the sun
Her hair is tangling vines that run
Over your carefully manicured lawn
After the rain. She wakes at dawn
Hungry for the kiss of sunlight.
She is the shadows of leaves
The sound of roots pushing into the earth
She is the silent ancient mirth
Of ivy gnawing at buildings
Of the conquest of bindweed. She never
Yields an inch of ground.
She is the smell of wet earth,
Compost and leaf mould and worm-cast,
Her love may be slow but it is vast.
Her hour is always now and never past,
She will endure. She scatters her seeds
Over the whole earth, an endless dance.
Her speech is the pollen carried
From flower to blossom to flower
Whispering her vast design across the land.
Her songs and sighs are carried by the wind
Into your carefully sealed houses,
Into your dreams.
Β©οΈ Yvonne Aburrow
25 May 2023, 12:50 pm
Changing Paths challenge day 25 β wandering
Wandering, like wavering and wondering, is a good thing. There is a whole genre of songs in German called Wanderliede, about hiking.
And as JRR Tolkien wisely remarked, not all those who wander are lost.
Changing Paths challenge day 21 β family
There are two types of family β the one you were born into, and the one you choose. If your birth family is problematic for some reason, you can create your own.
Solidarity with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.
Great post from Matt Bernstein on the subject of the LA Dodgers disinviting the Sisters from their Pride event after some Catholics complained.
Continue readingThe deepest magic that I know is love. Not sacrificial love, not romantic love, but the everyday magic of connection, nourishing and soul-satisfying.
Marriage is an odd composite of disparate concepts. Itβs a legal contract to share property. Itβs usually contracted between two people who love each other. Itβs a meeting of minds and hearts. When itβs really special, itβs a sacred union of two people in an alchemical and spiritual relationship.
Continue readingCandle flames flickering, incense smoke curling in the twilight, standing in a circle of firelight, chanting sacred words. Deep in the woods where everything is transformed by the moonlight. Where the warm summer rain falls softly on the leaves.
The atmosphere of ritual is like no other: electrifying, life-enhancing, comforting. It can jolt you out of your complacency and reconnect you with your deepest desires, your authentic self, sometimes both at the same time.
Well Iβm not sure that Paganism is my βnewβ path any more as Iβve been a Pagan for 38 years nowβ¦ but what keeps it fresh? Seeing the beauty of nature, and when humans interact with nature harmoniously. The changing round of the seasons. Seeing the trees burst into leaf and the flowers coming out every year.
Dowsing for Divinity 