Today I sing a song for the future, and I place it on the wind. I entrust it to our Gods, to play with and carry, to hold for my children's children and their children as well. I sing songs of love for you, dear ones, of hope for the world you will inherit. I sing you songs of strength, that you may know that even though the way is hard, you never walk it alone. For even though we may be separated by time, I am with you always, whispering on the wind, singing to your heart.
I sing you songs of peace, to comfort you in times of distress and to remind you of your ancestors, of your people, and the beautiful lineage that exists in family. I sing you songs of joy and delight, for your triumphs are mine just as my successes now belong to you.
I sing for you, dear one, and I place it on the wind. Hear my words in the gentle rustling of the tree leaves, in the hum of the breeze through the reeds. Feel my love and joy for you as the wind caresses your face and plays with your hair.
Today I sing a song for the future.
Fairly take and fairly give. Balance must be preserved, and only a complete idjit won't say thank you when help that was asked for was received.
When dealing with one's Gods and other etheric entities, what one gives back can truly be most anything. While, granted, certain Deities do have things They prefer as offerings, saying "thank you" can be done through various means.
On this day do I stand before the sacred altar calling forth our Gods.
On this day do I call upon Them for strength, courage, resolution in my convictions and to remember such.
I call upon you my Lovely Lady and Darling Lord, to remind me of Your constant presence in my life.
Let me stand strong. Let me feel my own strength. Let others acknowledge my strength.
You are only ever just a breath away.
With You I do stand tall.
It is my eldest daughter’s birthday today. This will be the second Rite of Passage she’s experienced (not including the Birthing Rite of which she was a participant and was certainly a profound experience for her, however it was not geared towards her.) The first Rite of Passage, in accordance with our Tradition, was a Baby Blessing, performed during the first month after her birth. Today’s Rite, like all Rites of Passage, marks a transition; for Aurora this birthday marks her transition from baby to “big girl.”
Throwing the Bones