Ice
blue sky and sunshine.
Warm
sun and cold air on my skin both at once. I love that feeling!
A
smiley baby waving at me from her pushchair.
Receiving
the full force of Himself's badger healing; getting under my skin,
digging into the places that I try so hard to hide, even from myself.
Naturally I react with full defiance and almost entire resistance but
it is a beauty nonetheless. It can be a beauty to be seen and broken
open out of love.
Remembering
to post a birthday card before someone's birthday; a fleeting moment
of feeling virtuous.
Finding
the collection of much loved objects that I gathered for the
Crossbones vigil deeply pleasing; a goose feather, a sun goddess, the
large piece of rose quartz given to me by Himself when we first met,
white ribbons, my singing bowl, a tiny candle holder decorated with
pink lace, Goddess cards and Rose of Heaven seeds, my skull blanket,
and an 'old ladies' antimacassar. Just so, so pleasing in their
simplicity and sacredness.
Needing
to get to the vigil early to talk to someone and that being a
reminder of the important of giving myself time to settle. I so
rarely allow myself that. There have been several synchronistic
reminders like that today, all flowing from Himself's words to me
this morning. Feeling the deep connection and rightness of that.
The
appearance of the Crossbones vigil cat; the most beautiful of beings
and pleasingly strong and muscly to the touch. I love feeling the
lithe wild life of a cat under its skin. A hunter I reckon and he
made the altar at least 100% more special.
The
most lovely of Crossbones vigils;
my favourite place on earth, my blessing, my joy.
feeling
deeply supported in my wobbliness,
incense
smoke curling around ivy leaves,
many
lovely hugs,
Redcross
Mary's shrine lit beautifully by candlelight,
sharing
Little Love Sista Goddess cards and all calling out their names with
much delight,
the
tender gathering of Rose of Heaven seeds from a little brown envelope
that reminded me of the one that my dad used to keep his runner bean
seeds in. I used to spend ages looking at them; the shape, the
colour, the smoothness of their skin. Beautiful. It all reminded me
of him. Lovely how such a powerful feeling of my dad can be conjured
up by one crinkled brown envelope. What spells of deep remembering
are hidden inside us.
several
people suggesting that they would try to infiltrate overly managed
gardens with our wild Crossbones seeds!
the
sound of my singing bowl ringing in the London night. And that I had forgotten my stick, so had to ding it with my lighter and that at Crossbones that is ok.
Not
messing it up!
The
brightest of just~after~full moons in a clear, cold sky.
And
one more sleep until I am back on the sandstone hill by the sea.
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| Redcross Mary, December 2015 |
