Last night, not far from my home, I basked in the glory of the radiant full moon. I made libations, scattered grain, and whispered heart-felt prayers. I asked for guidance and grace from the divine feminine. I raised my voice in song as an offering and allowed her blessings to pour over me. It was a good night.
Shining stars in the sky
Moon Silver White
Oh sweet mother of life
Blessed am I, O blessed am I
To be, to be, to be
A daughter of your light.
The song Shake It Out from Florence and the Machine is another jam that I have to share with folks. It helps me connect with my core self and also with Dionysos . I discovered this song and very cool music video a few months ago (along with Cosmic Love).
Shake It Out makes me dance wildly! I cannot tell you how many stiff necks and sore muscles I can credit to this song. It has catharsis and liberation written all over it for me. I let go and suddenly I feel good again.
Could the same happen for you? Go find out; Shake It Out!
Silenoi and Maenads Pressing Grapes
DIONYSOS be praised
crazy. insane. out of his mind.
stripping me naked
clawing flesh, exposing bloody bone
I watch and dance my undoing.
tumbling over laughing, screaming, bleeding
up into the mountain, down into the earth.
maenads sing my mad-happy end.
having learned the song, I join in that too.
singing, dancing, dying, becoming
On a warm spring day in mid-March, my sisters three and I ventured off the Allerton Park trails into the wild wood in search of antlers. At the head of the trail – before crossing the hedge to begin our quest – we made due offering. The landwights received beer at a three-way crossroads, for the Dvergar we poured beer and goldschlagger on the exposed roots of a great tree, and a bottle of beer we upturned as well for the Horned God and the Mighty Stag. Gifts goodly given we set off on our adventure into the woods. Together we began our seeking, but with time our course divided and we found ourselves on our own little adventures, not physically far from one another but worlds away in spirit.
On my not-so-quiet course I found myself spiraling in and around to my center with the woodland spirits chattering away in my left ear. The prize is at the center. Let exhaustion take you. Fall into yourself, awake in the underbrush, stand and stumble upon the duir. Turn the key. Compelled, I followed their instructions. The wild denizens of my twisted inner forest came stampeding over me. Feral issues roared through me. Incredibly painful. Naudhiz-Necessary. I cried. I fumed and spat, then I cried some more. The lessons are hard and ongoing.
Nauð er Þýjar þrá
ok þungr kostr
ok vássamlig verk.
Constraint is grief of the bond-maid
and state of oppression
and toilsome work.
~ The Icelandic Rune Poem for Naudhiz with English translation, from Wikipedia