October 6th, 2008
|02:02 pm - The North Wind licks my face|
There are a lot of things that are a long way off, really, for me. Last night, in ritual with my Grove, I said that what I planted early this year isn't ready for harvest yet, and I was hoping it would be ripe by Samhain.
Today, it looks like it'll be sometime after Samhain (possibly mid-November), if at all.
I'm fortunate, though, that I went to a business meeting last Thursday: I can often forget how bad things are when I'm with my Grove. And on Friday night, I joined a number of ADF's Priests at a Clergy Retreat for the weekend, and I managed to forget most of my problems by the start of our sessions on early Saturday morning.
Once forgotten, when you re-remember your problems, they always seem so much less important. . . Some distance is good to show you that.
A couple of people saw my post on Saturday night, posted just after a very powerful ritual (with an awesomely inspired gate-opening by druidkirk) and a wonderful trip to an inner locale that our Clergy share. On Sunday night, I spent the evening with my Grove, and watched something deeply magical happen when we opened the Ancestor Box. The weekend has given me the spiritual refreshment to regain my patience, to work it out, and to hold on until the ends finally do meet.
There's a bright fire at the end of this tunnel. It's just a lot longer than I thought it would be, and I'm several weeks further behind than I expected to be at this point. As far apart as those "ends" that need to meet seem to be, and as uncertain that I really am that they will come together before I end up fraying myself, I'm not panicked. If Gilgamesh could do it, then by the gods, so can I.
Just then, at the end of the ninth league, just onceI have felt the North Wind this weekend. There is hope before me.
the rough tongue of the North Wind licked at his face.
Now, let's see what we can do about kicking some ass today, shall we?
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: working
Current Music: "Boat Drinks", -JB
Maybe a touch.
But what are myths if not stories that tell each of us the furthest reaches of human imagination, and in so doing tell each of us just how far we can truly reach ourselves?
You know, aside from things that actually, really, totally happened just like described. . . ?
I found this LJ through the Three Cranes website after attending last night. I'm very thankful to have had the chance to attend, grateful that your group has opened events like this to the UUs and the public. I hope your harvest goes well and is all that you hope. :)
Glad you enjoyed it. It's very important to us that we're able to serve the folk and to be there for those who are interested.
We enjoy serving the community very much. Thank you for coming!
Hmmm, the good stuff life is made of and dreams are built on.
You are such a Seven! Bring it on home Chariot! *cheers you on down the home stretch*