It seems over the past month or even longer that I have watched folks go through some severely trying times in their lives. I have seen normally strong people seem to crumple over in exhaustion as they fight….and I mean really fight through life lately. I have watched as their support systems…their witchy family and friends, rally around them…pushing them, holding them up, holding up their arms when they don’t seem to have the strength to even bear a wand. Then again, I have also seen those out there who are quick to judge…waiting like a spider who watches as a fly ensnares itself into its web…only to devour the weakening creature hours later.
I try to be a person who follows after that first example. I try to send strength and healing to those who need it and I try to avoid those who follow that second example. Life is hard enough folks. We don’t need people in our lives who aren’t going to breathe healing and strength back into us.
I am very particular who I allow into my “circle.” I only need those who see me for who I truly am and are ok with that. I have never felt a need to have to prove anything to anyone or have to jump through hoops for friendships. I have also never felt the need to be around drama mongers. As I have said before, life is hard enough…..why try to create more crap to wade through?
Something I remember from growing up on the farm was that we were not supposed to walk in the cow pies that were splatted in the pasture. My brother and I, always being model children, made it a point to walk through the pasture as much as possible. We loved to play a game we made up called ‘Dodge the Pile.’ We would run around the cow pies laughing and yelling at the top of our lungs. We would inevitably lose our balance and step in a pile. We didn’t mind it so much….it was warm and squishy between our toes. It wasn’t as bad as mama made it out to be…..until one of us pushed the other and we landed face first in one of those big old piles of poop. Where we had originally seen our little game as fun….we forgot one thing in the midst of it….it was still crap.
I think today, many of us have become adept at dodging the piles. We go through life dealing with the issues that don’t seem to be so much of a bother. Then there are those times when we get blind-sided and fall face first into what may have seemed small to begin with….but the more we wrestle through it, we realize that it is just pure unadulterated crap. By this time, we are typically up to our necks, swimming in the aroma and we become afraid to ask for help.
As I said earlier, I learned very quickly who I can go to in times like these. There are always those people who are quick to say, “Tell me all about it. You can trust me.” Then they run and tell everyone you didn’t need to know. “Can you believe that poor So-and-So is having to deal with this? It must be Karma.” “So-and-So is having such a time of it lately. He must not be holding his tongue right when he is casting.” These are the people who need to be cut off like dead branches from a tree. They suck the life out of those around them with their wagging tongues and false concern.
I want to be the type of person that someone can come to, tell me what they are dealing with (if they choose to), and know beyond knowing that when I say that I am sending healing or strength….that is exactly what I am doing. I want them to know that I am surrounding them in all the power and healing and love that I can conjure. I want them to know that when I whisper their names to the Goddess….that I am surrounding them in so much love that nothing else dare try to penetrate it.
When I was working in the church, too many times I heard the phrase, ‘Christians shoot their own wounded.’ That phrase is not exclusive to Christians. I think that the premise behind that comes from the fact that if we can draw attention away from ourselves and to something or someone more vulnerable, then we can create a safe place for ourselves. Not true. Eventually, what we were trying to cover up in the beginning is going to shine so brightly in the moonlight and show itself to those who were never really fooled in the first place. Those around us aren’t really as naive as we think they are.
This morning was a glorious morning for a trip to the pond and the woods. It seemed as though I had been away from them for far too long. I roused that little blue chihuahua way too early, it had seemed. He yawned and stretched as he slowly came out of his kennel. It wasn’t long before everything was packed up in my backpack and we were ready for our little jaunt. When we walked out into the courtyard…there was that glorious briskness that only fall can bring. Friz’ nose was already in the air experiencing the smells of fall all around us. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I could feel rejuvenation rushing through every fiber of my being as I took in the crispness that was greeting me.
We stopped by the pond first. So much healing and strength was needed for so many. Friz and I lay on our bellies on the bank with our noses pointed toward the water. He always seems to be so alert when I do things with the water. He watched me as I whispered the names of those with needs. As I whispered, I touched my finger to the water and caused ripples. Each time the water moved, Friz would let out a quiet, “Buf.” It was almost as if it was his way of adding his voice to mine. We lay there for a bit…then I rolled over and he crawled on my stomach….he knew there was more to do.
We walked toward the woods. He danced as we left the sidewalk and started on that familiar path. As we left the sidewalk, there was a familiar little calico on our heels. Friz licked her across the head and she grimaced…but only for a second. We settled in the midst of our tree friends and I arranged the skulls of wolf and crow. I put the candles in the middle, lit them and made our circle. I called on the Morrigan. Those who I know are dealing with issues need strength and the power for battle to be sent to them. None of these people are weak by any means…..but when dealing with things that blindside you…you always need more battle-sense and endurance.
In the midst of those battles, you need people who are willing to encircle you….form a human shield….and help to eliminate anything extra that would try to weaken you. You need people who are willing to say, “You aren’t crazy and you aren’t weak….you are tired and fatigued. That is why I am here. I am going to help you hold that sword or that wand.”
We finished our time in the woods and as I thanked the elements and the Lord and Lady and the directions…I packed everything away and listened as Friz played with the kitten. I looked up to see them wrestling and as I shuffled, they stopped mid wrestle and stared at me. We began the short journey back home….dropping off the little calico squirt with her mom first. (Mom just stands at her gate and waits for us now). Friz and I walked the rest of the way to our courtyard…we opened the door to the condo and Friz bounded toward the sofa. We both collapsed into one big snoring heap and rested…..completely rested.