Camping part I Thursday:
Not much happened, got to put up a tent, get the campsite all set-up and come up with dreams of what I want it to look like. My Scotsman had to go to work that evening (fucking CNN), but I’m very greatful he came up with me to help set-up the site and get everything secured. That night was ritual. OMFGs! I was nervous about having so many different people, and so many different people with different ideas about what a Druid ritual would involve, and not enough of them showed up to the pre-ritual discussion. As I said the other day, most of them weren’t expecting whiskey as the fires of life, which was funny. In the pre-pre-ritual discussion, we had considered recognizing the Morrigan because it is coming her time. Well, we didn’t recognize her personally, but she did show up! And I felt her! Oh gods it absolutely kicked ass!!!!! The winds picked up, and the fire just took off, I spent 5 minutes staring into the fire. I saw the energy, crackling to be released, and bits/pieces of the woods flying off into the winds. I saw myself, locked in a piece of wood, waiting for the fire to hit the bark, releasing me to the winds to fly everywhere! That is what I need, to release myself, explore, fly away into the winds and see where they take me. I will be able to grow from that small ash that deposits in the dirt, and nourishes the seeds beneath during the cold winter. I love this!!!!!!!!!!
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