Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness by Mary Oliver
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the world descends
into a rich mash, in order that it may resume.
And therefore who would cry out
to the petals on the ground to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do if the love one claims to have for the world
So let us go on though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
Blessings for this coming Yuletide to you all …….
May abundant beauty be revealed in the darkness of this season ♥
Thank you to all who sat at Hecate’s supper to honour the ancestors. The next festival will be Yule, the return of the Sun/Son. We will post details of our Yule gathering in the weeks to come.
Meanwhile……The element of Air is certainly making itself known……..
Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day
by Anne Brontë
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves, beneath them, are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.
I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder today!
Autumn is alive in all her spendour . We are now working on our Samhain ‘Spiral Grove’ gathering to honour the deep and dazzling darkness that walks before us. Please look at our events page to find out more information…meanwhile we leave you with the words of Mary Oliver ♥
Song for Autumn
In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
There are a few places left on The Spiral Groves Autumn Equinox celebration. It takes place on Saturday 28th of September at Bowden House in Totnes, the day before Michaelmas. We will take a journey of enquiry into the essence of Grace and sit with the Holy Mother whilst exploring the balance the season offers us. Spiral Grove days encompass, meditation, simple ritual, poetry, music, sacred craft , sharing, and community.
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Millions of people each year pilgrim to the shrines of the Virgin Mary.
What is a pilgrimage?
The pilgrim knows that life giving challenges will emerge. A pilgrimage is not a vacation; it is a transformational journey during which significant change takes place. New insights are given. Deeper understanding is attained. New and old places in the heart are visited. Blessings are received and healing takes place. On return from the pilgrimage, life is seen with different eyes. Nothing will ever be quite the same again. Macrina Wiederkehr,
Behold Your Life
A pilgrimage may take us many miles away from home but may also be a journey much closer to us. A forest, to the sea, a journey to an art gallery …and more . We may be by ourselves or with others that have a similar purpose to travel the Land and connect with our hearts.
What pilgrimages have you made ?
“You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I’ll take grace. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’ll take it. ” Mary Oliver ….
(from a dsiplay at the Witchcaft Museum , Boscastle.)
Come and join our Autumn Equinox gathering “Amazing grace” as we reflect and explore the meaning of Grace in our lives and the historical and mythical Mother Mary.Saturday
September 28th at Bowden House ..for more info look on our events page .
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