On the eve of my 40th birthday, some gentle words sent to me in the mail...
"One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again."
- W.B. Yeats
Showing posts with label turning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label turning. Show all posts
Friday, December 10, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
On The Path
I walk sunwise
around standing stone,
well and sacred tree.
I walk sunwise
around mountain, lake
and wood.
I walk sunwise
on the path of the spiral
on the path of vision
on the path of truth.
~ Dennis King
around standing stone,
well and sacred tree.
I walk sunwise
around mountain, lake
and wood.
I walk sunwise
on the path of the spiral
on the path of vision
on the path of truth.
~ Dennis King
Friday, June 4, 2010
Feeling Like Ulysses
The wheel turns, my life changes, and, as of late, I've been singing this song...
John Francis Dooley,
wipe the sleep from your eyes
and embrace the light
you have slept now for a thousand years
beneath starless nights
and now it's time for you to renounce the old ways
and to see a new dawn rise
In former days, the masks were raised
when the god came down from off the mountain
and a sacrifice was made
for they knew that the day of wrath was fast approaching
just like yesterday, before the war
John Francis Dooley,
the scapegoat has run
all our sins are disowned
and now it's time for you to take off your mask
and cross the Rubicon
if you and I were one within the eyes of our designs
it would still not change the fact of our leaving
for tonight we must leave with the first gentle breeze
for the Isles of Ken we are assailing
Just like Ulysses
on the open sea
on an odyssey of self-discovery...
John Francis Dooley,
wipe the sleep from your eyes
and embrace the light
you have slept now for a thousand years
beneath starless nights
and now it's time for you to renounce the old ways
and to see a new dawn rise
In former days, the masks were raised
when the god came down from off the mountain
and a sacrifice was made
for they knew that the day of wrath was fast approaching
just like yesterday, before the war
John Francis Dooley,
the scapegoat has run
all our sins are disowned
and now it's time for you to take off your mask
and cross the Rubicon
if you and I were one within the eyes of our designs
it would still not change the fact of our leaving
for tonight we must leave with the first gentle breeze
for the Isles of Ken we are assailing
Just like Ulysses
on the open sea
on an odyssey of self-discovery...
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I must turn with the Wheel
A few Moons have passed, and my life has changed in so many different ways.
A time of great transition is upon me. First, there is my child. I am to be a father for the first time and I am so excited, blessed and a myriad of other feelings that I can not form into a coherent sentence. The spirit that the great Source has brought to us will fill our lives with peace, joy and love. I am a lucky man. Second, we have changed our home. With the coming of our beautiful child, the decision was made to be closer to family, so we have left the country and moved to a larger city. I am still adjusting. The un-tethering for all the natural energies has been an extremely difficult process and the readjustment to urban life has been a trial, but I am managing. I just have to look a little harder to see the faces of the Gods. And third (because all things are three), I have a new job. Same company, but a promotion and a raise. Another blessing, I suppose.
So, let there be change. After all, it is the only constant.
A time of great transition is upon me. First, there is my child. I am to be a father for the first time and I am so excited, blessed and a myriad of other feelings that I can not form into a coherent sentence. The spirit that the great Source has brought to us will fill our lives with peace, joy and love. I am a lucky man. Second, we have changed our home. With the coming of our beautiful child, the decision was made to be closer to family, so we have left the country and moved to a larger city. I am still adjusting. The un-tethering for all the natural energies has been an extremely difficult process and the readjustment to urban life has been a trial, but I am managing. I just have to look a little harder to see the faces of the Gods. And third (because all things are three), I have a new job. Same company, but a promotion and a raise. Another blessing, I suppose.
So, let there be change. After all, it is the only constant.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Passages in Summer
"Everything changes but change itself. Everything flows and nothing remains the same... You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters and yet others go flowing ever on."
~ Heraclitus
The Summer turns. Moving forward from the Solstice, I have seen changes occurring in my life. The most wondrous has come to pass, and subtler revelations have become known. With the latter, one was after I attended a Pagan festival in July. Though it was enjoyable, it occurred to me that there has been no real evolution within the Pagan community over the past, I don't know, decade. Having been "out of the loop" for a number of years, I felt getting back to that area of my roots would be a positive experience, and it was, albeit strictly in a nostalgic sense. I found myself comparing present to past experiences a little too much, but I think that was because I was basically in the same scenarios. For example, partying around a bonfire can only lend expansion to one's self only so much. Anyways, I feel I have gone full circle with the Pagan fest scene (as it is) in Ontario.
I still walk the Wheel everyday, and I celebrated a quaint Lughnasadh ritual in amongst the cedar, pine and birch trees down in the Nemeton. I adorned the stone shrine with large turkey feathers I had found and, as the main part of the ritual, I made a corn dolly from the freshly-cut hay and wild flowers. Offerings were also made, and I was quite pleased that I managed to cut an apple in half perfectly to reveal the star inside. The sacred space was beautiful and, in hindsight, I wished I had had a camera. But the ritual was not for me so the image will have to live in my memory.
~ Heraclitus
The Summer turns. Moving forward from the Solstice, I have seen changes occurring in my life. The most wondrous has come to pass, and subtler revelations have become known. With the latter, one was after I attended a Pagan festival in July. Though it was enjoyable, it occurred to me that there has been no real evolution within the Pagan community over the past, I don't know, decade. Having been "out of the loop" for a number of years, I felt getting back to that area of my roots would be a positive experience, and it was, albeit strictly in a nostalgic sense. I found myself comparing present to past experiences a little too much, but I think that was because I was basically in the same scenarios. For example, partying around a bonfire can only lend expansion to one's self only so much. Anyways, I feel I have gone full circle with the Pagan fest scene (as it is) in Ontario.
I still walk the Wheel everyday, and I celebrated a quaint Lughnasadh ritual in amongst the cedar, pine and birch trees down in the Nemeton. I adorned the stone shrine with large turkey feathers I had found and, as the main part of the ritual, I made a corn dolly from the freshly-cut hay and wild flowers. Offerings were also made, and I was quite pleased that I managed to cut an apple in half perfectly to reveal the star inside. The sacred space was beautiful and, in hindsight, I wished I had had a camera. But the ritual was not for me so the image will have to live in my memory.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Summer Solstice
Blessed is the high summer,
the turning of the wheel and the triumph of the Sun.
Blessed is the light and warmth
bringing joy and life to the land and the Soul
the fire in the sky mirroring the fire in the hearth
and the head.
Blessed is the high summer,
for the Sunshine on our head casts no shadow
for all the gifts from the Source
are sacred.
the turning of the wheel and the triumph of the Sun.
Blessed is the light and warmth
bringing joy and life to the land and the Soul
the fire in the sky mirroring the fire in the hearth
and the head.
Blessed is the high summer,
for the Sunshine on our head casts no shadow
for all the gifts from the Source
are sacred.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Behold, my poor neglected blog...
The Wheel has turned and though I have flowed with it, I have failed to record the many ponderings, musing, thoughts and observations for the past while. With the festival of the High Summer nearly upon me, I have felt the urge to dig deep into my spiritual path and bring out (and back) those things that are important to me yet have not engaged in sometime. So, here I sit, typing this and this declaration of sorts has begun to sound more like an oath.
Uh oh.
As a Druid, I should know not to take such things too lightly. :)
Uh oh.
As a Druid, I should know not to take such things too lightly. :)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Fire and Light
It is truly midwinter now.
The blessed festival of Brighid has past and the fires of new life and inspiration have been lit. Honour was given the Mother and wishes made to the Source, and already there is evidence of the turning of the Wheel. I meandered through the mud and melting snow down to the Nemeton yesterday and took in the change that has come upon the valley and the forest. Animal tracks were numerous and I followed them in and amongst the swaying trees. Rain fell from the cold sky and the wind began to howl around me, but I still managed to smile whilst relishing the smell and feel of the world around me.
The blessed festival of Brighid has past and the fires of new life and inspiration have been lit. Honour was given the Mother and wishes made to the Source, and already there is evidence of the turning of the Wheel. I meandered through the mud and melting snow down to the Nemeton yesterday and took in the change that has come upon the valley and the forest. Animal tracks were numerous and I followed them in and amongst the swaying trees. Rain fell from the cold sky and the wind began to howl around me, but I still managed to smile whilst relishing the smell and feel of the world around me.
savour the time spent in darkness
for there is muted solace
in candle flame and divine wisdom ...
for there is muted solace
in candle flame and divine wisdom ...
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Birdsong
The Wheel has turned.
Wintertide has come, the festivities of Yule have been celebrated, and as the Solstice promised, light is slowly returning. I long for Spring, and though it is still a few months away, I can feel its imminent arrival even now. The Sunshine, ever absent these past weeks, has begun to grace me with its brilliant light and warmth more and more. The air is quite chill, but the light is returning. The spirits of the land have felt the shift as well. This morning I awoke to hear a bird singing in the pine tree outside. A crow flew over the barn, and the footprints of animals are everywhere in the white snow.
The Wheel is turning...
Wintertide has come, the festivities of Yule have been celebrated, and as the Solstice promised, light is slowly returning. I long for Spring, and though it is still a few months away, I can feel its imminent arrival even now. The Sunshine, ever absent these past weeks, has begun to grace me with its brilliant light and warmth more and more. The air is quite chill, but the light is returning. The spirits of the land have felt the shift as well. This morning I awoke to hear a bird singing in the pine tree outside. A crow flew over the barn, and the footprints of animals are everywhere in the white snow.
The Wheel is turning...
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