As much magick as I know resides in me, over the past two weeks, I have been reminded just how mundane my body is. I have been nursing a sprained ankle (which, by the way, I have not slowed down for in the least), feeling the various aches and pains that come with aging, broken out from the stress of a sick cat, and felt more of a hunger for sleep because of a friend’s cat who is dealing with cancer.
It seems that the physical has been the part of me that interrupts more than anything else. Last weekend, my partner and I went on a long weekend mountain trip with eight other friends. During the trip, we walked, climbed….constantly. My body ached under the stress of its own weight. I pushed on. I could feel my ankle giving under the pressure as I slid down a portion of the mountain. The swelling later told me that my suspicions were true…a sprain.
We drove through the Cherokee reservation. Off to the side of the road, we saw elk. As we pulled the cars over, I was reminded of the strength of the elk.
Elk’s medicine includes stamina, strength, sensual passion, respecting those of your gender, ability to pace oneself in tasks, agility, nobility.
Elk’s medicine will teach us how to make the best use of our energy, helping us to take on no more than we need to accomplish, and to persist on our chosen route until we have fulfilled our goals. Don’t try to rush – pace yourself. You may not necessarily be the first to arrive, but you will arrive without being burnt out.
Possessing tremendous stamina, elks are able to run for a very long time. They are powerful with strong reflexes, responding speedily to anything that appears on their path. Elks are very alert and can sense danger the moment it arrives and can show us how to become more observant of subtle energies. Elks are temperamental and unpredictable, subdued one moment and aggressive the next.
As I studied these strong, graceful animals, I silently whispered to the Earth Mother to give me the attributes of the Elk. I slept the rest of the ride into the mountains, dreaming of Elk the entire rest of the way.
We arrived at our mountain cabin mid-evening on Thursday. While we were out on Friday, I get a text from the roomie, who is watching the fur-kids. One of the cats is urinating in the bathtub and there is blood in it. In that moment, I am ok. It is probably the female and a course of antibiotics will clear it up. I continue through the activity of the day (hiding the pain in my ankle as best I can). One of our stops was Dollywood. While everyone else was interested in the outfits in her museum, I was out among the birds in her raptor rehabilitation program. My partner found me outside talking to a large crow named Poe, telling him what issues I had been smacked up side the head with.
Later that evening, I get another text…it is the male cat, Merlin. I panic. Male cat + UTI + Blood = Blockage. I was in a frenzy the rest of the night. We agreed that the roomie would take him to the vet the next morning. In the meantime, I am concentrating on how early we need to leave to go back home. I post on Facebook for all my witchy friends to send energy to my poor cat. I text a few that I know will pour energy into him. I set off by myself into the woods of the mountains in the dark. In hindsight, I probably should have thought about bears, mountain lions, etc, but my cat needed me.
I pulled my mini cauldron out of my backpack, along with my crow skull and the cat’s skull that I have. I lit candles and incense and I called out to the Morrigan and to Bast. Actually it sounded more like wailing to start…then I remembered a dear friend of mine who had asked me to sing out to Bast in the mountains for her and her own cat who had crossed over earlier in the week.
I started to sing…it sounded to my ears like the voice of the Cherokee…the ancients. I felt as if the spirits of my ancestors had gathered around me in a circle. I know that this time of year allows communion with those who have moved into another station of existence.
The more I chanted and sang, the more power I could feel surging through me. I could feel the energy of hundreds of grandmothers and grandfathers who had gone before. I never thought that I would ever feel that energy by myself. I had felt it at Powwows and in drum circles, but never alone. The energy pressed around me. I sang and wept. I could feel the heat rising from the deepest part of my spirit.
In those moments, the fear was gone. Nothing would touch me in the midst of all that energy. I was encompassed by Bast, the Morrigan, and more ancestors than I could have imagined having. No bear or mountain cat would dare interrupt that energy. I could feel myself almost leaving my own body….moving into the plane of the others, but still stationary. I knew that everything would be alright. I felt the release. I packed up and went back to the cabin. I fell on the bed.
My wake up call the next morning was a text telling me that Merlin would be fine and that antibiotics would clear the infection up. My call to the woods that same morning was a time of gratitude. I danced with my ancestors. I blessed Bast and the Morrigan.
My friend Maluna said it best,
Some are children of The Morrigan….we have the wings of black etched on our souls…we travel through life and face whatever comes…but then…we come into ourselves, face ourselves….the wings unfurl…spread…glistening black…sparkling with drops of fire….we find our voice, we test the winds…we fly. We soar. It’s time. Make it your time. BB
I still ache. I am still breaking out. I am still tired…and I am still hobbling around….but I have found my voice. It is the voice of my ancestors…the grandmothers and grandfathers who came before me. I test the winds…I fly…higher than I ever thought possible. I soar…and yes, this is my time!