What with the many posts about daily rituals floating around, especially at Gods Mouths 2.0, it didn’t take me long to consider it a good idea to post about my own for a couple of reasons:
- Considering this is my own blog, there isn’t a lot about my practice detailed here so far. Over time, that will accumulate, but I should have outlined just exactly who I am and what I do already for readers and passersby.
- I’d like to be able to look back later and see what’s changed, because if there’s one consistent thing about my practice, it’s that it’s rarely consistent.
The only spiritual activities that are done on a daily basis in our house is worship to the five household gods throughout the day:
Although I haven’t yet written about it, my family, consisting of myself, my husband/magical partner, and my boyfriend, recently moved ourselves, and the seat of Tashrisketlin to the seacoast of Southern Maine.
When we first moved up to Maine more than two years ago, my Lady told me that I had Work to do with the sea. However, we proved unable to find a place to live near there. This was ok though, since it was still during our three years of enforced idleness, more on that in a later post.
But now, with our idleness at an end, an opportunity to move to less than a half mile from a beautiful beach just happened to crop up, and here we are.
It’s going to be a long and hopefully exciting road of learning and exploring as we work out what living by the sea will mean for us, both magically and spiritually. That too, will be a subject of posts to come. One thing we already know, is that as the sea has become a fixture in our Work and energy, so has the Moon has become a major force in our lives. After all, the interplay between the moon and sea creates the ebbs and flows that suffuse the power underlying the land all around us.
I don’t paint or draw, but I’m a rather skilled photographer and have been exploring photography as a tool for spiritual expression. The fabulous Elizabeth from Twilight & Fire was visiting last week and convinced me to take my camera gear down to the beach for the rising of the Harvest Moon, and the following photos were the result.
So hail the dance of Sea and Moon, who together form one of the great engines that drive our world.
(Photos below the fold, click to enlarge)
I’ve avoided and wrestled with this particular piece of writing for a few days. At first, I wasn’t going to write it, or anything related to the forthcoming topic, at all. However, that’s not quite how things work. A close friend, after I vomited emotions and words all over him, poked me lightly and said ‘you should write about this for Gods’ Mouths 2.0′. I thought about it and almost brushed it off because I really, really didn’t want to commit any of this to the page, but he said it again and then once more and I threw up my hands because I get it. I really do. I just don’t like it.
It has been an awful week. I look and feel like a wrung-out limp dishrag. In fact, a dishrag might have a little more substance than I do at the moment. I feel run-over and hollow and like I am made of swamp-flavored jello that has sat in the refrigerator a little too long. My semester has started, I’m putting in as much overtime as I can get at my paycheck job, my computer decided it no longer needed to function, and I am having a lot of unexplained medical issues. It isn’t too pretty right now.
If that wasn’t enough, I’m mired pretty deep in the midst of a fairly personal spiritual crisis and test of faith. If there is one thing I truly hate, it is when everything piles on at once.