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Sunday, May 03, 2009

Beltane 2009



Flickr image by mikescottnz
This year’s Beltane celebration was an important one for me, as it marked the official, outward, community acknowledgement of the invitation of the Mabon, the divine child, into our lives. My wife and I have invited a new One into our family, and though we haven’t yet received an RSVP, we are both feeling deeply connected and ready to welcome this new incarnation into the world.

As my journey into Fatherhood begins, Beltane offers me a time to reflect and meditation especially on the Masculine aspects of this Rite. One of my first and most profound connections with Celtic tradition was with an image of Cernunnos, who is often called the Lord of the Hunt and God of Fertility. This image struck me deeply, as I felt that I was one whose wild and green masculinity had been suppressed for many years. The image of Cernunnos was an invitation to move beyond my own fears and lethargy, to move beyond the comfort I had found in city life, into a more active spirituality that was deeply rooted in Nature, the Wild, and the Green aspects of life on Earth.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Earth Day 2009: Pale Blue Dot

In honor of Earth Day 2009, an excerpt from the exceptional book “Pale Blue Dot” by the late astronomer and humanitarian, Carl Sagan. I only learned recently that Dr. Sagan passed into the Otherworld (though he certainly never would have called it that) right here in Seattle, at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center. Here’s to our Beloved Blue Dot!

Pale Blue Dot

We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity—in all this vastness—there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

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Monday, March 16, 2009

Seven Times Under


Varanasi
Image by Dick Verton
Last summer I was blessed to be able to attend a workshop entitled ‘Awakening of the WarriorSage’. Located in the Canadian Rockies near Calgary, Alberta, it was one of the most intense and rewarding weeks of my life.

On the opening day of the event, our teacher led us out to the shores of the nearby lake where we performed a cleansing ritual, not unlike those performed at Varanasi in the Mother Ganges river. During that time and the days following, I had a particularly strong connection with water, and to this day I can recall the feeling of cleansing and vibrance that came over me as I went beneath the surface of the waves.

Seven Times Under

Sometimes she washes over me still
Just as the first time
I went under her silvery surface
Her chill breath cleansing every inch of my skin.

The ever-present drone of
The Great One replaces
The now distant din of all that went before,
Until I rise and
My ears fill again with World as
Prior moments run down my body
Back to meet her.

Moonlight bends through murky mirrors
Again I go under,
Now with eyes open to reflections before unseen
Fragments of my life suspended
In the shimmering waters.

With each following immersion and breach,
Seven times under,
A part of me washes away
And she receives me
Without resistance.

Present to this moment of cleansing
Into her arms
I entrust all that I am.

Even now as I gaze upon her
From more distant shores
She washes over me still
Her breath again caressing my skin
Ever ready to wash again,
The illusion away.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Goose And The Druid

Crossposted from the website of Philip Carr-Gomm, Chosen Chief of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids.

In a recent interview I was asked: Why have you chosen Druidry as your spiritual path?

I have always been interested in many different forms of spirituality, and for me the name or label I give to the path I tread is not so important, because I think we each have to create our own path in many ways. But what I like about Druidry is that it is an approach that is designed to help me feel grounded and rooted in my depths. And it is light on dogma and philosophy and heavy on soil, rain, fire and wind. It’s like a goose.

A goose?

The goose is the bird that flies the highest in the sky but in the farmyard it is strutting around in the mud. I want a spirituality that can take me very high but which also allows me time to splash about in the mud. At our summer camps we often build a mudpit and just splash about in it. I like an approach that allows me to do serious rituals and meditations and also sit naked in a mudbath.

Original post can be found here.

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Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Imbolc 2009 - Untitled Poem For Brighid

Brighid, Exalted One,
Mother Three,
Fiery arrow,
Reborn of of the Old One
Bringer of new life
Builder of fortunes
Inspiration of divine word and song.


Liminal one,
Born in between,
Forever upon the threshold of death and birth
Bringer of the flame
of creativity
of rebirth
of craft,


I offer myself.


To the Mother
Of all things
You who nurture
Who offer healing
To all beings
You who offer blessing and protection
On my home and hearth
I am your beloved son.


To the Smith
Forge of the new
Through metal, fire, air, water
Your gifts shape this world
Through your craft
You give to me
Abundance beyond measure.
I am the builder of your fortunes.


To the Matron of Bards
You who inspire
Divine muse
Whose voice rises up through me
Weaver of words
Cauldron of lore
Voice of the three enchantments
Joy, Sleep and Sadness,
I am forever the singer of your songs.

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