At solar noon, I focused sunlight onto a candle, and kept the flame going until the evening. Then I managed to carry the candle in a small copper cauldron through the spiral. I quietly hummed "Center of the Sun," to myself as I travelled the spiral (I do miss working with a group and singing songs). There's typically not much traffic on our street--I had just exited the spiral when a car drove up, which I took as a good sign.
Afterward, I carried the flame around to the back yard circle and proceeded to have a solitary ritual. It was more a self-guided meditation and journalling session than actual full-blown ritual, and what I got out of it were some insights, some affirmations, and cognitive triggers to try to use for when I'm feeling stuck creatively.
Last February was a particularly dark place, and I fret that the Summer Light hasn't restored me to my regular, energetic, creative place -- and that now that the sun has reached its maximum and I no longer have a smothering oppression wrapped around my chest, there's a nagging feeling that I'm going to plunge back into that numb, misty unworld where stories die on scanty word trails that dribble into bogs. (I am hoping that a regular work schedule and a return to campus next fall will help.)During ritual, I asked for the strength and endurance to keep going through the dark part of the year (which seems a little premature, as things typically don't get bad until January and February; but start good habits now, I guess.) I wrote down the strategies and insights that came to me -- mostly along the lines of "when you recognize situation X, take action Y" (instead muttering "let's pretend to be happy" to myself or just wanting to fall asleep forever).
Then I thanked the powers, opened the circle, and enjoyed the candlelight in the starry evening.
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