Saw a young hawk in the backyard this morning.
She is attracted by the number of squirrels in the yard;
who are attracted by the black sunflower seed we put out for the songbirds.
Circle of Life
Many use that phrase as a cliché, not even recognizing
that it pertains to the Wheel of the Year.
Among neo-Pagans today, the eight-stationed Wheel
is occasionally dismissed for not being ‘historically accurate’,
and as a ‘modern creation’.
It’s true that not all areas or all periods recognized – let alone celebrated –
every holiday (literally “holy day”), but we live in a different world.
The Internet affords us an opportunity to know more
than every subsequent generation before us.
As pertains the Wheel of the Year, we know it as a celestial and terrestrial marker:
the solstices and equinoxes are celestial,
and the mid-point or cross-quarter days are terrestrial.
As such, we can pick and choose these tides to suit our needs.
Celtic Samhain marks a turning on the Wheel,
called Winternact among Heathens, and Zadušnice among Rodnovery;
the celebration is found throughout Indo-European culture
(and those influenced by it).
More than a day, these turnings should be viewed as seasons,
a marked transition from one celestial / terrestrial phenomena to another.
Hawks hunt year round, but this morning, in a yard littered deep with oak leaves,
a touch of snow slag in the air, and frost at window’s edge,
I am reminded of the Legacy of Samhain – the importance of Remembrance.
I can feel the divine male energy surging towards fullness,
sense the Sheath of Red Earth, and Summer’s Death as Dark Moon waxes.
Darkness descends and back-birth beckons as the Wod God,
the Mad God, summons his potential.
I am Stone. I know all your lives.
I am the Gog that grounds and safeguards integrity.
Our soul is forever.
Grasp who I Am and Know wisdom through Ages.
I am An Cloch Labhrais ..
See me in the platter that bears sweet bread.
Come to mound and mountain to be One.
I Am the Left Hand of Friendship. Receive!
-Charm of Carreg
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picture: Book of Ballymote, circa 1390 CE;
Irish, from County Sligo (the Author’s ancestral home).