August 28th, 2007
|10:25 pm - A meal prayer|
The following prayer was made in an attempt to stall a hungry crowd when the water wouldn't boil at Summerland. I think I wrote it down accurately:
O Earth Mother, ever bountiful and always full of life, we thank you.
To our Ancestors, who learned and taught us how to reap the bounty of the land, we thank you.
To the Spirits of Nature, green-kin and animal-kin who gave their lives that we might live ourselves, we thank you.
To the Shining Ones, bestowers of bounty and providers of blessings, we thank you.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "Wonder Why We Ever Go Home", -JB
Did this make the pot boil? :)
If it had, it would have been a miracle.
We left it on the (electric) burner on high for over an hour and a half and it never boiled. I suspect that the burner never exceeded 200° F.
Of course, mentioning that, I was surprised how many Pagans didn't know the boiling point of water on a Fahrenheit scale. . . A couple of people didn't see why that was a problem. Most got it when I mentioned that the water "just isn't reaching 212," though.
It was a nice prayer, though.
Yikes... bad burner! It's a nice prayer, though!