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Becoming Fire
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H is for Hecate

As many of you are aware, the Assembly of the Sacred Wheel holds an annual Festival of Hecate ritual. I have been a bit behind this week with school keeping me much too busy (see previous post), so I have for you something I wrote that was inspired by one year's Hecate ritual. In this writing, Hecate tells the story of the abduction of Persephone from her point of view. I hope you enjoy it!

I was in my cave, contemplating the depth and darkness of it all when I heard the Maiden’s screams. By the time I emerged from within, the ground had already swallowed the Kore up, Hades taking Her down into His dark realm.

Musings on Education and Why April is the Cruelest Month

April 25, 2015
 
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
 
From “The Wasteland” by T. S. Eliot
 
We count the cycle of the year in so many ways, and for myself and my colleagues in higher education, April truly can be the cruelest month. We find ourselves hurtling towards the end of the school year, with graduation looming for our seniors and finals and final grades for everyone.

Becoming Fire

For the past four months I have been studying Shamanism with Caroline Kenner in the Washington, DC area. Each month, we explore a different area, and this last class was all about fire. Sometimes I am lucky enough to receive some kind of artistic or poetic inspiration, and this past class, I was very happy to receive this poem about fire.


The outburst of light,
Pouring out
Outpouring as from an exploding star
Expanding expanding expanding
Becoming the Universe;
the brightest flame of them all.
It consumes the star

Art and Ritual in Art Creation

I was recently asked, along with a group of other artists, by Renee Phillips of Manhattan Arts, to describe what kinds of rituals do I use when sitting down to create, if I used anything to set the mood, any special music, and so forth. The array of answers was fascinating as artists shared what rituals they use, if any, ranging from artists who just plunge in and begin working to others who need meditation and other tools to begin.
 
For me, the art making process itself is ritual. The studio is my sacred space, where I am free to create and follow where my inspiration leads.

A New Poem About Water

Many Crossings

I dream now of waters of life
The waters that gave birth to me and mine
Manannan Mac Llyr I feel you striding across the North Atlantic
And in the south, I feel Olokun and Yemoja swimming through warmer waters
And all somehow reaching this continent
This foreign land where my distant ancestors
All come together and mingle in my blood
My blood like water
Water flowing through my heart
Blood flowing through my veins
Taking on endless shapes and forms
Waving on beneath the seas, the rivers, the little creeks

The Magical Women Project: Something new

March 30, 2015



I wanted to take a moment this week to talk about a long term-ish project I have been working on since summer of 2014. I came up with an idea for a fundraiser for the New Alexandrian Library, which was to create a book about my favorite women in the magickal community, which would feature portraits I paint of the women and interviews with the women conducted by Nicky LeBlanc, another Assembly member, and a writer with a published book under her belt to boot. Due to the time constraints of having a full-time job, it is taking longer then I would like, but the project is evolving and growing in exciting ways.

F is for Faery: The Faery Realm and Art

The Faerie Tradition is not a faith, for faery beings exist whether or not we believe in them.(R. J. Stewart, 1995, p. xvi).

In my many years as a visual artist, I have created many paintings of the Fae and have given a great deal of thought to what my connection to Faerie may be. I have come to believe that the Faeries and other beings of the Otherworld are using me as a conduit for communication between this and their worlds. All of my paintings in recent years seem to have become gateways of a sort, and I believe that this is because it is becoming more necessary than ever for the human worlds and the Fae realms to work together more in a more amicable way.

Apedemak and Amesami

In Neil Gaiman’s book,American Gods,we are introduced to the idea that when Gods are forgotten, they settle into a kind of hibernation, waiting to be remembered again, if in fact, they are ever to be remembered at all. My own personal feeling about this is that there have been more civilizations on this earth than we ourselves as humans can remember, civilizations lying under water or desert sand, or rain forest too dense to uncover easily. Imagine the thought forms, group minds, and deities lying submerged in our collective consciousness that may never again be spoken of or thought of by humans.

Knowledge, Wisdom, and Gnosis: The Between the Worlds/Sacred Space Conference

Last week’s entry for the Pagan Experience was on the topic of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Gnosis. I was very busy preparing for a variety of things last week – among them getting ready to be on Spring Break as well as prepping for my classes at Between the Worlds. It seemed to be a good idea to hold off on writing this entry until after Between the Worlds, not only in the interest of the very mundane and practical issue of time, but because I knew I would have plenty of inspiration to write about all three after the conference.

D is for Death and Dying


 
I was given a choice in writing about something to do with either the letter “C” or “D” this week, and I chose D for Death and Dying, because it is something that has been coming up quite a bit recently for people of my generation. We are of an age where we are losing our parents and other older relatives and friends. Death is not something we handle well in Western culture, although I think perhaps we are getting better at it in some regards.
 
My friends and I are of an age where our parents and older relatives are dying.