Yes I am crazy! And other things
We need a pagan monastery or seminary or retreat in Canada, how come all those Americans and UKers get them and we don’t? Well folks, I have the land. Come and make it yours! Yep yep. But more on that after Beltaine folks.
I am crazy, crazy busy with Beltaine preparations. I spent about 3 hours yesterday up at the grove, moving rather large rocks around. I need a big strapping man or farm-hand to come help with these freaking rocks.
Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to try to pry a big stone out of its resting place with a stick? Very. I almost impaled myself yesterday. The stone was victorious and will not circle round the grove but stay where it is. The bastard.
I decided to make the fire pit in the grove as small as I dare. No sense in encouraging folks to try to build a massive fire in the middle of the forest after all. Plus I figure a smaller pit will be easier to jump. I wouldn’t want to land IN the belfire ouchies!
The horses got out the other night as a big storm passed through.… Continue reading
Sacred Landscape
North
I call upon the Monashee Mountains
Strength of stone and earth and rock
I call upon the wild woods
Home of trees and lakes and wild things
Hail Peaceful Mountains! (“Monashee means “peaceful”)
Pond (roughly north-north-east)
I call upon the spirit of the sacred pond
Spirit of water and door to the Underworld
I celebrate before your waters this rite
Hail Sacred Pond!
East
I call upon the Eastern Winds
Eastern sky, where the sun does rise
Each dawn a promise of rebirth
I face the way to ancestral lands
Hail Eastern Winds!
South
I call upon the Southern Skies
Where the Sun makes its daily journey
I call upon the Kettle River Valley
Sunlit valley, river, pasture, garden
Hail to sunshine in the valley!
West
I call upon the Western Winds
That blows this way from distant sea
Each sunset brings the hallowed night
And Spring rains and Summer breeze
Hail Western Winds!
Center
I call upon the spirit of the land
The sacred soul of this very place
Spirits and faeries do not fear tonight
I welcome you to this sacred space this rite
Hail Misty Acres!
… Now go write your own!
(Love, Juni)
Priorities
We have been seeing more and more pets being abandoned with the bad economy.
Most of these people have not cut down their weekend beer fund, but they are getting rid of the kids dog.
For shame.
Dreaming of Horses and Blodeuwedd
They don’t have names yet, two filly quarter horses! yay
and with Beltaine around the corner:
Invocation of the Flower Maiden
Not from mortal mother or father was she created
Her body was made and blooded
By the powers of nine most sacred
From the first of fruits
From the fruits of creation
Of highland primroses
Of woodland blossoms
Of earth and fertile soils
Of the flower of nettles
Of ninth wave waters
She is immortal
She is conjured
By enchantments of sage and bard
By the Druid of Briton
Of Eurwys, of Euron
Of Euron, of Modron
Magick greater than five hundred druids
Mighty and wise as Math
Made the Flower Maiden
Forged in the fires of creation
Made by the Magician of magicians
Made by the Sage of sages
When the world was in its youth
(By Juniper, inspired by the Cad Goddeu)
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