Remembered earlier that today marks the 40th anniversary of my first wedding. Gulp. How did that happen? I was a child bride, in my teens. It was so long ago.
I am still full of joy from the solstice weekend. Three rituals.
Friday night: My first time high-priestessing a ritual. It went well, I am told. I was so preoccupied with the schedule and moving things along that I didn’t really know how it went. Got lots of wonderful loving feedback. I did deeply get into the craft activity and made a sock poppet (right) that’s holding my intentions. She’s sitting on my altar.
Saturday night: an outdoor ritual, based on Mongolian shamanism, with a fire and wonderful magical chanting, offerings, and intentions. Brought a new friend to this ritual.
Sunday: Another outdoor ritual, making flower wreaths and showing our solstice flags which we had pre-made (my flag is at the left), in the sunshine by the bay at Marina Park. Much joyful singing and marching (we actually sang “We are marching in the solstice sun, the solstice sun, the solstice sun…” to the tune of, yes, “Marching to Pretoria.” So much fun!
I feel very very blessed.
And now, work.
Blessed be.
