As I sit here writing tonight, Lifetime has a small Hocus Pocus marathon playing. As I peck on the computer keyboard, I hear Winifred Sanderson wailing out, “Boooooooooooook! Let thy presence be known!” There is a slight (very slight) chill in the air…a light breeze. The windows are open and I can hear the trees dancing a bit. I have a cup of hot tea sitting in front of me, sweetened with honey. Friz is lightly snoring on the back of the overstuffed chair and Merlin lies wrapped in a blanket on the ottoman. Mabon has just passed and we run with gusto toward Samhain. The wheel is turning.
I love the sky this time of year. When I look up, it seems as though every cloud and open space has been painted with the colors of the season. Yesterday when I got home from work, I could feel the sky calling to me. It drew me near with an eerie orange color. I pondered to myself about why it is this time of year that everything and everyone seems to be drawn to the color orange…the color of pumpkins and leaves. I took Friz out for a quick walk before I left with my partner for his night with his bowling league. Friz smelled the air and pulled against the leash. I knew exactly which direction he was heading. I had to corral him back to the condo with a promise of going out for a longer time once I got back home later.
I will spare the details of me sitting at bowling stuffing my face with chicken fingers and tater tots as my partner and his team bowled strikes and spares and splits and Tony Orlando and Dawn played loudly over the speakers.
We got back home and I told my partner that I was taking Friz for a walk. “But it is after 9pm and it’s dark outside.” I told him that I would be ok and that I had my ferocious wolf-dog to protect me. He cocked his eyebrow at me in disbelief, but he agreed that I would be fine. I knew I would be fine, but it was nice to hear the concern in his voice.
Friz and I followed our normal path. As we walked, I talked to Friz about the changing of the season and the turning of the Wheel of the Year. This was a busy week for us. We had Mabon, a dark moon, and a New moon all in one week. As much as I love the full moon…I love the New moon. The New moon for me symbolizes starting over…new beginnings. The way I look at the New moon is kind of like a large round magic eraser. It has the power to do away with the past and make everything brand new and squeaky clean. Hmmmm….Just like Magick!! I can already hear people saying, “But it doesn’t do that for me….I have the same problems that I had before the New moon happened.” Well, I am going to ask something that may sound a little harsh. Why do you try so hard to hold onto it?
Friz and I rounded our usual corner…that same one that we always look toward with anticipation. We weren’t disappointed. There perched the Green Wizard, but at the bottom part of the column, was a lump of hair. I strained my eyes to get a better look. As we got closer, Friz went into his little general pose. His tail went straight up and he began a low siren in his chest that generated into a loud wail. There was a dog with the Green Wizard. As I got closer, I could see that it was some type of herding dog mix. It was a good looking dog…but how did it come to be with the Green Wizard?
When I got close enough to both of them, I could see the immense grin on the Green Wizard’s face. By now, Friz was calming down a bit and the sniffing had begun. There were no growls…just tons of sniffing and butt-wagging. I asked the Green Wizard, “Where did you get him/her?” “He is a him, but he has been neutered. I was walking in the outskirts of the city and on a not-so-busy street, a car drove by and I watched as he was pushed out of the door as the car slowed down. He chased the car for a bit, but finally gave up. I walked toward him and held my hand out. He looked as if he had just lost everything…so I asked him if he wanted to go with me…and here we are.” Unfortunately, one thing I have seen in Atlanta is that some animals as well as some people are looked at as disposable.
I was totally amazed at the story. I could see a few abrasions on the dog. He seemed to have good teeth and strong musculature. He was probably only about a year old. He had the shape of a mix of Border Collie, Shepherd…who knows what mix. He was probably way too much energy for the people who abandoned him. I told the Green Wizard to meet me back here in the complex in the morning and we would take him to get him checked out.
We walked on toward the woods. I asked the Green Wizard if he had named his new friend. “His name is Boomer. That’s short for Boomerang.” He winked at me as he said this. I had told him the story of wanting to name our other dog Boomerang so that we would have a Frisbee and a Boomerang in our care. So here we walk toward the woods…a Weathered Wiseman, a Green Wizard, a Frisbee and a Boomerang.
Friz is a great judge of character…I guess he figured that since this new dog was a friend to the Green Wizard that he might as well play nice. We settled down in our clearing. Boomer nestled in closely to the Green Wizard…he put his head down on his leg. I can imagine that he longed for that contact…that certainty that he wouldn’t be deserted again. The Green Wizard leaned down and kissed him on the top of the head.
As I set up the altar…candles, skulls, crystals…I would lean in to light the candles. I will say that Boomer is a curious pup. He would lean in close to the candle where I guess the smoke tickled his nose. He would huff and blow the candle out. We went through this process at least three times. It was a night of animal magick. Crow and Wolf stood at a distance. I performed Reiki on Boomer as Friz wallowed in the lap of the Green Wizard. When I finished, it was like having a wobbly putty-like dog in my hands. He ambled back over to the Green Wizard. I watched as they put nose to nose, forehead to forehead. I listened as the Green Wizard whispered to his new companion that he would never have to worry about being left or abandoned again. I watched as this dog leaned his weight into this young man, choosing to believe every word he said. He chose to cling to his new beginning.
I whispered blessings over my friend and his new companion. I watched as they both drifted off to sleep under the night sky. I packed up and asked him if he wanted to come with me. He followed me through the complex. I had not even paid attention to the fact that Boomer was wearing the collar that Calliope had worn. As we parted, I told him to meet me at the front of the complex as soon as it was light this morning.
I drove to the complex entrance and there sat that young wizard and his new friend. I had them get into the car…which was a bit of a struggle for poor Boomer. I imagine memories don’t fade that quickly. It was 7:30am and we arrived at a low cost clinic. We went in and signed in and I think the Green Wizard was more nervous than the dog. He pulled out a $20 bill and told the receptionist that he wanted Boomer to have what was necessary and this was the money he had. I had already arranged for vaccines and a physical when we walked in and told the receptionist to take what he offered and I would cover the rest…just not to let him know it. It isn’t charity…It is like I told a friend today, “I believe in investing in the magick of others.” I have never been disappointed….and I have always received far more than I have ever given.
I challenge you as the seasons change and the wheel turns. Look for ways to invest in the magick of others. You will be surprised at what comes back to you. The investment can be in humans, animals…any number of things. Isn’t that what truly encompasses the heartbeat of the universe?