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Archive for June 27th, 2011

Wordless Ritual

My grove recently celebrated Alban Hefin (the summer solstice). This year we didn’t do any formal ritual. It was an exercise in simplicity. And I have to say it was as an effective a ritual as any.

One grovemate lives in a cottage on a farm here in Southern Maine. So we gathered at her place and walked down the farm road to back acres of rolling hills of hay. The lane was sided by a cornucopia of wildflowers, grasses, sedges, shrubs, bushes and trees. The air was filled with the hum of bees, flies, frogs and bird song – breezes rattled the leaves, coaxing song from the trees. It reminded me very much of England. The scent in the air was extraordinary, mixing mud, flowers and clover, stirring memories of summers long past.

We wandered through the mown fields atop a small hill. Simply sitting in a circle on the grass, with no altar or props, we took in the energy of the place, effortlessly rooting in the rich living soil, finding presence. Beautiful clouds drifted by stimulating our imaginations. It was like being a child again, seeing a whole other world and story in the endlessly morphing shapes flying through the sky. Finding myself surrounded by such beauty, sharing it with the people dear to me, the Awen flowed filling my soul with life enhancing inspiration.

The only word that really captures the moments we shared is “sanctity”. This simple sharing in Nature was totally sanctified. There was no need to call to the directions as all directions were present and speaking to us. There was no need to cast a circle as why would I want to delineate a boundary between myself and that which I was seeking, deep connection to Nature. This was a moment to simply be and open up, to let the edges dissipate and fall to nothing. There were no words to be spoken. It was a time to sit and listen and to allow the blessings of the moment to wash through us, opening to the beauty and abundance of summer allowing those gods to inspire, to make a shift from “doing” to “being”.

I walked away filled with gratitude and inspiration, feeling a soul deep connection to the land, my tribe and the gods. And isn’t that what this spiritual path is all about? I would that you all be blessed by such Grace.

Midsummer blessings,
Snowhawke /|\

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