My Lammas Ritual

Posted on August 24, 2016 at 12:10 pm

The first harvest Feast of the year!

I began by taking down my summer altar and re-newing it in honor of the day. Then I baked a loaf of honey bread with full intentions and gratitude infused into the dough all throughout the process. Finally, I cleansed the house, opening all of the doors and windows and making sure light got into every corner. The sweet smell of summer was magickal, and everythign felt so much fresher for the new air everywhere.

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Full Moon Ritual Calling for Divine Retribution

Posted on August 10, 2016 at 12:11 pm

In the evening of July 19th, I captured the last energies of the Capricorn full moon before she moved below the horizon.

Capricorn is a time for setting long range goals and acknowledging past accomplishments (on the personal level) as well as paying special attention to security, duties, and obligations.  Ruled by Saturn, the planet of karma and authority, I wanted to invoke and direct those energies to manifest responsibility and a kind of ‘instant’ karma in those who have stepped outside the bounds of their role as Officers of the Law.

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Imbolc: A Feast of Hope

Posted on February 3, 2010 at 8:37 am

Last night my coven gathered together to celebrate the passing of the seasons with our Imbolc ritual.

Traditionally, this is a Feast of Brigid, the saint/goddess or poetry, smithcraft and healing. Or it is a Feast of candles with fire, initiation and purification being common themes.

We celebrate it a little differently. In our lore, the Sun King is born at Yule  and is a Youth, the embodiment of hope and new beginnings at Imbolc. The Lady is recovering from her birthing and is very much in the background at this celebration. We honor Her wish for solitude and rest and Lugh is our main focus.

We light the balefire, and He invokes all of the promise of Spring and Summer with the burning of a sprig of evergreen. Then He takes into the fire all of our hopes and dreams for the new year, to manifest in the coming months.

I love Working with my coven. There is such a good spirit about coming together with them and honoring the underlying cycle of the world.

All yesterday I was seeing the signs of new life around me. The plum trees across the street from where I work are blooming, as are the pink flowered shrubs in front of my building. In my own garden, the Buddleia and roses are are sprouting at the tips of their branches. The Lilac tree (newly planted last year and a non-starter, I thought) has buds on its tips. On the side of the house, the purple tulips, planted in a tub by the previous owner are growing luxuriously.

Sometimes when I walk, the scent of some newly-opened ground flowers will reach me. We have heather planted all around and some kind of low-lying shrubbery that has rows of heart-shaped tiny flowers all laying atop one another. I suspect that’s the source of the scent, but haven’t confirmed it.

Next stop: Ostara (Spring!)


Samhain Ritual

Posted on November 1, 2009 at 1:23 pm

Speak the following lines out loud:

I love everything about me
I love my uncanny beauty and my bewildering pain
I love my hungry soul and my wounded longing
I love my flaws, my fears, and my scary frontiers

I will never forsake, betray, or deceive myself
I will always adore, forgive, and believe in myself
I will never refuse, abandon, or scorn myself
I will always amuse, delight, and redeem myself

~from Rob Breszney’s Promoia

These are strong words, powerful words. Words I said aloud last night as I performed my Samhain ritual. The process, the journey I am undertaking (or being forced to take) is one of life and death, it is an initiation, one outside of my ‘usual’ parameters. I read those words the day before yesterday — coincidence? no. — and they were what I needed to direct my ritual.

In years past my ritual has been a re-dedication, a re-affirmation of the pledge I made nearly 30 years ago. Then, as now, as always, I pledge to walk the path the God/dess lays before me.

This year I pondered whether I could make that commitment. Cancer is not a path one chooses, after all. Nor is there very much choice one has along the way. (There is some, but the choices are usually between necessary evils.)

So, on the night when the veil between the planes grew thin, I spoke with Death. S/he did not speak back although I saw hir, but moved along.  And I spoke aloud:

I love everything about me . . .