The Ramblings and Wanderings

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We honour the Flower Maiden,

who blesses the blooms

Who is made of meadowsweet,

oak-blossom and broom

We are the ones who dance

with the Blooming Bride

Ancient and modern rites

to celebrate May-tide

We gather here, to witness your wedding

Where two sacred fires aid winter’s fading

She who dances in the springtime dew

We welcome you here,

to help the land renew

Flower Maiden dance with us,

here on this May Eve!

Stag King!

Lord of the grove

God of the good green Earth

Beneath my feet

Hear my call

And answer me

With heart in hand

And soul on sleeve

I call to thee

Cernnunos!

Come to me!

Come to me!

*

Join me here in this place

This sacred space

By well and rock

In green grove

Of cedar and larch

Aspen and rowan

Elder and rose

Oh great god

I call to thee

Cernnunos!

Come to me!

Come to me!

*

I hear the rustling of the leaves

The chorus of bird song

The wind picks ups

And then dies again

I feel it in the Land

Rushing towards me

Sending shockwaves through my bones

The wild god!

He comes!

He comes!

*

With cloven foot he comes to me

The whole world shivers

With each sacred foot step

I tremble with terror and desire

Nipples harden and strain

Against the soft fabric of my dress

The lover!

He comes!

He comes!

*

The air is filled with a kind of thunder

I shake and shiver in anticipation

Quaking like the leaves on the trees

That surround me

Crowned seven times

With seven tines

He towers over me

The lord of the woods!

He has come!

He has come!

*

Silent as snowfall

He gazes at me with the eyes of a hunter

It is not until the wetness runs from my face

Onto my hands

Do I realise that I weep

Oh Herne!

He has come!

He has come!

*

Pale flesh

And white hide

Dark antlers

And deep eyes

The Lord has come

The hunter!

He is here!

He is here!

*

With the breath of new spring

And the promise of winter’s death

He blesses me

I bow before him

Afraid to speak

There is no need

He sees into the heart of me

Oh great god!

He is here!

He is here!

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)

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)