14 August 2017

Different Spaces...Different Faces...

Good day my dear Lair inhabitants!  I've been away for too long...

In the past three weeks, I've traveled to two separate states and have lost myself to the beauty and mystery which always seems to gather 'round me.  I hadn't realized how deeply entrenched I've become in the "everyday-ness" of my Visitors from the Veil.  Between my beloved Cottage Fae (pranksters though they are), my Visitors, and the natural world's personable critters, I'm truly never really alone.  Fancy that!...a Solitary who's never in perfect solitude.

In our humdrum daily lives, how many times are we graced with the presence of the Others?  How many "unexplainable" moments of grace or visions of beauty would be lost were they not there to guide us to the sights and experiences that so many outside our world simply take as happenstance? The pure warmth of the Others (Visitors, Fae, etc) gently embracing us and--if we're lucky enough to know and encourage their presence--guiding us toward the magickal wonderment around us is astounding.

Thanks to the Others, others of our Path are oftimes revealed.  Those revelations are the most precious for the trust that the Others put on us to embrace and cast a protective veil of silken compassion around those whose hearts are interconnected to our own. That, my dearest ones, is what our Path ought be--one of compassion, mutuality, and gentle love--as we're shown with every turn of the Wheel...with every Moonrise...with every soft mist or gentle breeze or quiet whisper of Her existence in every breath we take.

My darling ones, look to the shadows, listen to the silences, and feel the wonderment envelop you in its splendor.  And, thank them.

In the softness of the Moonlight....

02 March 2016

Quandry...

Greetings, my dear ones!

I was, once again, faced with a quandry whether to be "totally" out as a Solitary or to acquiesce to societal norms.  My habit, for the past twenty-three years (since I discovered this Path and came to terms with my personal beliefs), has been to "blend" in in deference to our rule to "Harm None" (myself included).  Perhaps, to some of you, this will come across as deceptive.  I think not.

Would it not be a worse offence to risk alienating or distancing relationships? The "Harm" would be done and there is the potential, thanks to preconceptions that we must deal with daily, understanding would not be forthcoming.  Thus, "Harm" would continue.

It's a personal decision, understandably, and not for everyone, to live pseudo-broom closeted in certain situations...but it maintains an equilibrium. Perhaps it's fear that keeps the Lair relatively private...but it's that very privacy which nurtures my little Solitary life.  The scent of the seasons, the warmth of the Sun, the loving shadows cast nightly by the Moonglow...these are individual enjoyments that connect me to Her and to our interwoven Path.

Truly, dear ones, this was merely a "vent"...a quick blog to collect my thoughts and feel your presence in this topsy-turvy world.  Thank you, my pets...your existence enriches and encourages.

In the softness of the Moonlight...

29 February 2016

Leap Day Magick

Greetings, my darling visitors to our quiet corner of reflection!

Today is Leap Day...a day outside of time in a manner.  It's not the Wheel, yet it resets the Wheel.  It's a day of limitless possibility, for who can limit that which is outside of the constraints of normal time?  As with the day, who ought constrain themselves on this auspicious day?!

What are you intentions, my dear ones?  What wonders will you allow to unfold or magick to flow unchecked today?  What delights will be yours on this transformative day?

Go outside...inhale the intoxicating scents of our Lady as she bedecks herself for the coming Season of Renewal! Embrace the sunbeams glittering through the mists of early morning...the blush of early petals on the trees...the tentative chirrup of the returning songbirds.  Know that She is just beyond the horizon.  Spring is nearly upon us and this, Leap Day, is a day of potential and anticipation.

In the softness of the Moonlight...

17 November 2015

Reflections in this New Reality

It's been far too long since my shadow darkened the entrance to this comforting Lair.  Professional responsibilities, personal interests, and the daily grind had preempted my time here.  Alas, these draws are insubstantial in the face of all that's occurred over the course of the last five days.

I'm reminded of a verse by Wm. Wordsworth--

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreath├Ęd horn.

For those of us who empathize "too deeply," the past five days have been utterly exhausting to the emotions and the mind.  Negativity and fear-mongering reign on social media and in the news...hatred and bloodshed and pain prevail in areas recently healed or formerly peaceful...confusion is everywhere.  Lives are lost, shattered, permanently altered, and yet we are at the periphery--spectators to the living drama unfolding all around us.

This morning, I was awakened by tornado sirens.  The skies themselves were boiling with anger and unchecked horrors.  As the storms swept past, the rains poured down, and the winds ultimately calmed, She gave us our answer to the confusion.  This current storm is in its infancy, but it's ephemeral.  It will not last.  We ARE "Pagans suckled in a creed outworn" and we DO "Have glimpses that would make [us] less forlorn" and we must not lose sight of that.  We must banish the negativity--even if only in ourselves.  Mend the broken, be they hearts, relations, or understandings.

Our overarching rule is, regardless of Path, to do no harm.  To me, at least, that means we must help those harmed to heal. There are a LOT of folk out there who haven't a warm Lair to enter...who haven't encouragement and concern given them...who haven't hope.  They don't understand us (and many still fear us for no logical reason), but they need us. They need our strength, our compassion, and our empathy...and, for them, we may be the only open heart they find.

Be the light, my loves.  Be the soft Moonlight in your lives.  Be the tenderness and compassion and understanding.  Be that which our very nature and belief charges us to be!


In the softness of the Moonlight...

30 March 2015

The Greening of the Year

'Tis come again, my darling ones.  She has taken on her Spring maiden's mantle and is shyly returning from her Winter's rest.  Can't you feel the gentle touch of warmth kissing your skin?  the anticipatory hush of the breezes whispering in your ear? the cloying scent of blossoms perfuming the air?

Embrace the increasing beauty...the possibility...the silent life.

In the softness of the Moonlight.

06 November 2014

Focus and Illumination in the Dark Half

Blessings, my Dear Ones!  May Samhain have found you and yours beginning the journey inward once again and may that journey have already wrapped itself 'round you in comforting warmth.

These are the weeks and months we internalize--both literally and figuratively.  In our daily lives, we hunker down in our homes to "protect" from the chills of the ever-encroaching Winter.  Blankets and sweaters are brought out of storage.  Savory spices replace sun-kissed herbs in our recipes (and in the scents with which we choose to surround ourselves). Kitchen witchery is at the foreground of our minds.

Within ourselves, a similar "protection" is ongoing.  The texts and traditions with which we are so familiar and around which are days are organized call us to return to study.  Our "sunshine" selves--so complacent in our out-of-doors activities throughout the warmer months--shift focus once again to reconnections and renewal.  Growth happens in the Darkness for the Dark Half nurtures the curiosity within. We reevaluate what is good and what is past its prime...and allow our minds to travel paths of curiosity.  This is the "safe" time, for we've been graced by those who've gone before, yet are not gone.

The Old Ones have visited, have graced us once more with their felt presence among us.  'Tis the Season of reflection upon what wisdom they bestowed on the hallowed Dark Night.  What is being revealed to you since that Night of the Veil's Thinning?  What studies are you beginning or delving into further?  What intrigues call your focus away from the mundane? What connections are you being opened to?  Revelation is afoot!

Be vigilant and curious and brave, my little ones.  Embrace the chill...celebrate the Darkness...and be your own illumination!

In the Softness of the Moonlight...

14 July 2014

Disquiet

It's past midnight. 

The mortal inhabitants of the Lair are at rest 'cept its Mistress--me. The energies of the past day are too much with me, clinging desperately to my spirit and denying it peace. Try as I might, I simply am incapable of silencing the negativity...the pall of foreboding which has settled over my frame...the tension which bade me rise and write it into silence.

A trust was broken today (*no...not with my beloved, so quit that). Nearly everything was recovered/reclaimed and that which was not was of little value...but that's not the issue.  The gnawing pain is that it happened at all and that the "confessional" was more a bandage than a beginning of a curative or display of true remorse for the actions...and an accidental admission that this hadn't been a first violation of my private space.

Life went on. I should do as my darling and let it go...move forward...start afresh. He saw my pain. He knows I'm hurting. He dealt with the breach in my stead as he knew I had been rendered virtually incapable of thought by the blow. He got the "confession" to occur from the parties.

It should be enough.

I want it to be enough.

I'm not certain it is enough.

So...here I sit in the restorative silence of the Lair--fur-babies sleeping their puppy-sleeps, crickets and Toads singing in the heavy Summer darkness outside, and my beloved rumbling his calming snore from our bedroom. Willing my brain to quiet...willing my nerves to soothe...willing sleep to come.

This full Moon was one which heightened emotions. At least I know I'm attuned.

In the softness of the Moonlight...