This weekend has been wonderful! Waking up to temperatures below 60 degrees…breezes dancing playfully through the leaves of the trees…watching the busy-ness of the squirrels, and hearing the crows lilting caws. It amazes me…the way that the trees and greenery responds to the slightest change in atmosphere. I have spent much time watching the leaves this weekend. I have noticed that many are already beginning their color change. They are shedding the strong green of summer for the vibrant oranges and reds and yellows of Fall.
When I got up yesterday morning, it was almost chilly outside. I let the dogs do their quick morning potty and then I scooped Friz up inside my cloak with my backpack over my arm underneath it. When I feel the beginnings of fall stirring, I am drawn more to the trees and flora and fauna of the woods. We made our way to that all too familiar place and settled down among the leaves. I set up my mini altar and laughed as I watched Friz dig himself out a nest. Such a frenzy for a little squirt….leaves and dirt flying everywhere. We got comfortable and I lit the candles. The soft breeze was calling to me from the tops of the trees. I could hear it making its way downward to commune with me. I love watching Friz when a breeze comes up….he lifts his head into it, opens his nostrils and inhales as much of the energy of the air as he can. His eyes become dream-like and he is stock-still, if only for a minute.
I should have guessed that we would be visited by a little calico kitten. I think she has fallen in love with Friz. I have gotten used to hearing her scamper through the leaves in the woods….an energetic little critter…only to become ragdoll-like when picked up. While we relax in the comfort of the woods, she comes up to me and says her ‘hello’s’…rubbing against my knees and hands and anything else she can get to and then going to Friz and lying down on top of him….I hear him snort at first and then he realizes that she is not going anywhere and I hear a ‘humph’ come out of him before he lies his head back down.
I close my own eyes and raise my head to the breeze, listening to the secrets that the wind can tell me…secrets that are so much older than I am…secrets as old as those ancients who have gone on before. I feel that I have become so much more familiar with the elements around me. It is almost as if my ancestor’s are showing themselves more through me. I am learning to recognize an approaching storm by the feel of the breeze, I am learning to feel the heartbeat of the earth underneath me and learning how to listen to that heartbeat and access it in my own spirit. I am becoming closer to the fur and feather people. Their voices resonate inside of me more every day. I am no longer who I was when I started my journey….no longer the child I was when I started walking the path.
I am learning to recognize the voices in my own spirit…..see the changes that are happening in it. Wolf and Crow are no longer just familiars….they are a part of me. I am finding as I grow older that I care less and less about what people think of me and am more concerned with who I am becoming. As long as I listen to the spirit inside of me and the heartbeat of the earth, then I will become all that I am supposed to be. As long as I walk in integrity, honesty and love, then I am a reflection of the Lord and Lady. I fail so miserably at times…but that is ok. I am not going to beat myself up for my own frailties, just as I shouldn’t attack someone else for theirs. Yes. I follow the path of the Morrigan….but I also follow the path of many other gods and goddesses. I am not just one ingredient in this recipe of life….I am the whole freaking cake. The cake is just as much a part of the banquet as the main course.
As we finished our time yesterday, I thanked the elements and spirits and Lord and Lady for all that was imparted to me. I feel honored to be trusted with the secrets that they have shared with those before me. We walk out of the woods and pass by the condo that Beatrice (the calico) lives in. Her mom is standing there beaming. “She sure does love you and that little dog.” “Well, we sure do love her too.” Friz and I head to our place and lie down on the sofa and drift off to sleep quickly.
We wake up slowly and I look out the window at the large tree in front of the condo. Even the demeanor of the trees and plants and grass is changing. The trees, who seem to stand strong and sturdy with the summertime breezes, are now bending more and whispering among themselves more with the Autumn winds approaching. Last night, we were invited by friends to have dinner out on their balcony. As we settled into chairs, with wine in hand to toast our friendship, we each commented on the smell and crispness of the air. We laughed as the breezes tousled the hair of each diner…..well, except me. They all know that I am a witch and know that during our vacation next weekend that one of the Sabbats fall on Saturday. They asked me to tell them a bit about it, so I told them what Mabon is and what it represents.
I explained that Mabon was the Autumn Equinox…the time of year when day and night are equal. I told them that this was the time when the goddess went from mother to crone and explained her coming death and rebirth. I talked to them about how my birthday, Lammas, was the first harvest and that Mabon was the second harvest and that this time of year was when the veil started to thin between the worlds. I explained to them that the meal I would be preparing for the Mabon feast (a low country boil) would incorporate the gifts of the ocean (shellfish) and also the bounty of the harvest (onions, potatoes) and even the significance of the apple dumplings that we would have for dessert that night. I told them of my time that I would be spending at the ocean in ritual and reflection. I invited them to join me (as long as they were respectful and open to whatever may come). As I looked around the table at each one sipping their wine, I saw dream-like smiles playing across their faces. More than one asked if they could be a part of the celebration and ritual. Last night, as I drifted off to sleep, my brain was inundated with visions of the ocean….peaceful dreams that will carry me through this week. I have goals that I have set for myself in this change of seasons. I am excited to watch them unfold in front of me.
It excites me to know that I carry on the workings of those who lived centuries ago…those who held the Craft just as dear to themselves as I do. Those who walked their own path….oblivious to what others thought of them, but always aware of the needs in front of them. The things I hunger to see flow forth from me and even out of my fingertips, I can barely comprehend.