And then some days I’m just under construction, and neither here nor there, like my front yard, which my friend is redoing, for love and also for money.
I’m on deadline at work, so I’m running, running, running. I still haven’t sat down and thought through the omens of last weekend. My ancestors and deities are encouraging; I make offerings; I keep running. The cats want me to play more. I want me to play more too.
Like many of us, I have a day job, which I like just fine. And it’s capitalism.
Hekate Soteira means Hekate savior. The Neoplatonists saw her as the mediator between the realm of the undying gods and that of mortals. Celestial in this aspect, she forms a boundary between the worlds.
Re-collection is collecting again—here, collecting my thoughts.
The magical retreat this weekend left me with a feeling of unease that I’m going to have to look at. To take that look, I’ll write in my journal.
I’m back from my magical retreat with a lot to think about.
A retreat is not a vacation—particularly not a retreat you’re putting on. I need to remember that.
We go to a location I love, out in the forest among cedar trees, doing ritual by herb and flower gardens. The grounds host a pond, a hot tub, and a house with a wraparound porch.
But it’s not a bed-and-breakfast visit, rather an opportunity to do spiritual work.
The backbone of our small magical retreat is dreams.
I learned dream incubation long ago, and I’ve been influenced by the work of Robert Moss. My own work is a cobble of all I’ve learned over time.
My usual practice is this: If you want to problem-solve, address an issue, or remember something or someone in a dream:
We plan to bring everyone’s dreams together and create ritual from the mix.
I’m going to a big witch retreat today! (Also with polytheists, pagans, and magicians. All the magical folks.) I’m helping put it on. We’ll be dreaming and working and imagining big magic, hoping to move toward the healed world.
It’ll be a build-your-own-spell ritual, and one altar will hold tools and symbols for altar and shrine building. I’m collecting a bunch of symbolic objects for folks to choose from.
Apparently one of those is a cat.
The white on the grass shows the first frost. Last year this time, it had just snowed.
Tonight is the night of the new moon, time of Hekate’s deipnon.
I’m not a very Stars and Stripes kind of girl. I can give you an antler and a stick star that wants to be a pentacle.
I believe in the principles of the Constitution, particularly in the Bill of Rights. In that way, I am a patriot.