Friday, January 27, 2012
On one hand it was great, but on the other hand I wanted to tell everyone else that they were going about this all wrong!
My friend was a beautiful, vibrant, spiritual woman just shy of 80 years old. She loved life and she made connections with people everywhere she went. She understood that life was about love and truly touched everyone who ever met her. As we sat there in this funeral home, I felt like we were doing her spirit a disservice.
Instead of sitting in this bland, dull, boring mortuary space, we should have been somewhere lush and beautiful. We should have spent our time honoring her in a place that honored her spirit. Instead of playing watered down versions of her favorite songs, we should have been playing Nat King Cole and dancing; like her daughter said she loved to do. We should have been celebrating her vibrant life and sharing stories that brought tears, laughter, and memories of her bright inner spirit.
I know that everyone needs to grieve in their own way, but this didn't feel like a service to honor the woman that I knew.
The good news is that what is remembered lives and it was clear that everyone in that room knew her the same way that I did. Her vibrancy, light, and love of life will be carried on. For that I am grateful.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Guess what people? In life, fireworks don't always go off.
If there is one thing that some of the other non-mainstream religious practices can teach us, is that the ecstatic can often be found right on the other side of that boredom. We are so used to going at the speed of light; checking our email, catching up on Facebook every ten minutes, and tweeting our hearts out, that if we don't have flashing, lightening, and high intensity we feel like we are missing out.
It sounds crazy, I know this. But life is paradox and this is just another example of it.
So, the next time you are at a "boring ritual", I challenge you to keep at it and see what is waiting for you on the other side. It might just blow your mind.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Because of my connection to Her I was introduced to the Mists of Avalon, (I mean c'mon what Pagan girl doesn't love that book?) When I lived along the Russian River I read each and every book that Marion Zimmer Bradley had written connected to the Holy Isle and the Priestesses that were a part of it.
I dreamed of walking up the Tor. I wished to walk on the holy grounds where I felt my spiritual ancestors would have called home. I was desperate to taste the water of the Red and White Springs. And luckily I got my wish...
Several years after my foray into the fantasy world that Marion Zimmer Bradley had created I found myself on an airplane on my way to England.
After many magickal discoveries that I was not expecting I finally got the one that I was. As the bus turned a corner and revealed the valley below I got my first glimpse of the Tor off in the distance and I knew that this was home. This was the place where I belonged more than any other place in the world. Once in the town I walked down the narrow streets that all seem to wind their way to the top of this magickal peak and it felt like I had done it a million times.
At the top of the Tor I sat and looked out over the land. My partner made a joke, asking if I was in the process of calling the mists. Shortly thereafter the mists started to fill up the valley and I felt as if Morgan herself was welcoming me home.
And now my longing remains. It has been several years since my trip to England and every single day I have a longing to go back. I check the weather in Glastonbury often, I pull it up on Google Maps to get a peek at my homeland, and I look at pictures to remind me of what I am missing.
So yes, it is my secret obsession. Everyone knows that I want to live there, but the intensity of my longing is something that words cannot express. I don't live there right now for a lot of reasons, but I know that I will, and in the meantime I love Avalon from a distance and hold Her hand while waiting.
Friday, January 6, 2012
I might be missing this, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about their personal agreements.
What agreements do you make to yourself? How do you hold yourself accountable to keeping those agreements? How do you honor your need, wants, desires, and still push your edges and grow?
This blog is one way that I am answering that question for myself. This is the first in a weekly, year-long, agreement that I have made. A series of synchronicities led me to taking on this challenge; which is why I know it's right. I know that it is going to be hard. I know that it is going to challenge me and probably annoy and frustrate me at times, but I made the agreement.
I made the agreement with myself and I intend to keep it.