Today is my regular Flameshift but since Di and I are flying to visit D & M we can always use the help.
Every day and every night that I say the geneology of Brighid
I shall not be killed
I shall not be harmed
I shall not be put into a cell
I shall not be wounded
No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me
No lake, no water, no sea shall drown me.
For I am the child of Poetry,
Poetry, child of Reflection,
Reflection, child of Meditation,
Meditation, child of Lore,
Lore, child of Research,
Research, child of Great Knowledge,
Great Knowledge, child of Intelligence,
Intelligence, child of Comprehension,
Comprehension, child of Wisdom,
Wisdom, child of Brighid.
Carmina Gaedelica edited by Lunea Weatherstone
May my words be as considered as poetry,
May I reflect on all I do or say,
May I meditate on those things important spiritually
May I seek to know more of the lore
May I research what I am curious about and what will enable me to grow
May I seek to know great knowledge,
May I acknowledge the intelligence of others
May I comprehend what I seek to learn and apply those lessons
May I know that seeking wisdom is not the same as being wise.
May I be a child of Brighid.
SelfBlessing is by me
Fetaim lasrach soillse
Thoir cuireadh sinne
ris a’ bheatha
Brighid, Sublime Woman
Long may you burn bright!
You give us the invitation
to life everlasting
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Day 7 The three realms – 30 days of druidry
This should have been Day 4 but I had trouble writing it.
The three realms for the ADF are Land, Sea and Sky but I personally think it’s Land, Water and Sky even if it’s not poetic enough for some. Water is important to the Scots in particular but lochs and streams and rivers and wells are just as important as the seas and the land.
Someone living on the shores of Loch Ness in ancient times may never have had occasion to travel to the sea and live quite comfortably in a croft on a hillside but be absolutely dependent on the fish in the loch. You can tell how important water and its varieties were by the name they called whisky, uisge beatha, or water of life. We can’t live without fresh water even if we are made up of 98% sea water.
The land is what often draws us to the practice of Druidry. I’m a mountain girl. I don’t feel comfortable at the ocean. We spent every Labor Day holiday as a kid at the beach and most summers had many visits to Santa Monica or Zuma or any of the other multitude of beaches and TOILA has Isis’ birthday ritual on Dockweiler beach. For someone who has a Grand water Trine and 5 planets and nodes in Cancer, one would think I would love the beach, nope. I’ll take a lake or a stream anyday. I love river rafting both for the thrill and because I love that water. The ocean makes me restless and unsettled unless the dolphins come.
I spent every summer at camp for many years, first as a captive counselor at church camp and then went to the YWCA camp until they ran out of funding and then Girl Scout camp and lastly at Teresita as A & C and Nature Director when I graduated with my degree as a Naturalist and went to work as a professional Girl Scout. Caifornia mountains whether it be Big Bear, Angeles Crest or Idyllwild are my homes. Add in places like Yosemite and Sequoia or the Gold Country and I’m a happy camper. Los Angeles is quite literally surrounded by mountains with the Coast Ranges on one side and the San Gabriels behind and little hills that are scattered through LA. Then I took my troops out camping and designed Outdoor Ed program. I’m tied to the land and big skies.
There is nothing like sitting on a mountain outcropping facing west on an evening when the sky turns the clouds all kinds of fiery shades. Of the burning blue of the morning sky at high altitude or the awesome power of a lightning storm, although having been struck will send me indoors to safely watch it now.
We are, for the most part, land based creatures. We get our sustenance from crops grown on land and animals that have been fed off the land.
For four years I slept almost every night next to our lake. Hearing it’s soft noises all through the night as well as the fish who would jump and sometimes scare the bejeebers out of you if you weren’t expecting it. We slept outside in shelters that were basically a roof with beds and a closet. We felt the sun come up in the morning and saw the blaze of white from the full moon on our beds. We felt the wind and the rain, not always good when you live out of your sleeping bag but it really was nice to be “in” the weather 24/7.
So it should be no surprise that Druidry is based on the triad of all that surrounds us. We just have to be aware that we stand in the middle of the triad. No higher and no lower in the triangle that supports our life here on Earth.
30 days of Druidry
Okay here starts the 30 days of Druidry. I reserve the right to change the topics for the days because they are based in ADF and I don’t practice ADF Druidry. I find it too confining and not in accordance with a lot of historical background such as even having a Cosmology topic when there is no creation story that can be verified for any of the Celtic/Gaelic peoples but we can talk about that tomorrow.
Day 1 What is Druidry?
For me, I think it some ways I have always been a Druid. My grandmother, who if you asked her would have told you that she was a Scot and a Presbyterian in that order, is mainly responsible for that. That and my parents encouraging me in every urge to explore the natural world that I could through books and trips and museums and botanical gardens, aquariums, and walks in wild areas and summers sent to spend with Grandma when mom couldn’t stand me anymore after I got out of summer school.
Druidry is to me, the knowing of my place in the world and where I fit in to it. We all have a place in the world whether we know it or not. Religion and or Spirituality is the quest to find that place and if you are clergy, it is the ability to explain, discuss or just talk with others about it.
Druidry is knowing my heritage and my family stories. Knowing both the famous and the infamous bits, events and people and how they all made me, me. It’s knowing the Scots and the Swedes who came before me and constructed my family to be the people they became. It’s knowing the history of my people’s and how they came to be the feisty, recalcitrant, intelligent people they are and were and knowing that this generation will be the last for both sides of my family. There will be no more Sjobergs and Robbs of that ilk, (bloodline).
It’s knowing the spirits of place in the place I live now and have lived my entire 60 years and being able to make contact and communicate with them and to have the tools to visit other places and to make contact with an open heart with them.
It is knowing my neighbors on this planet that have fur and feathers and skin and me being me knowing their names and what they like and don’t like and for the ones that live or visit my yard, to be able to care for them if they need it. Caring for my garden, and inviting the bees and butterflies, the hummingbirds and the ravens, the squirrels and the possums in and to be welcome. (The skunks can visit, I’d just rather not be aware they were there. It’s knowing that others less visible visit and stay. The ones you can only see by unfocusing or out of the corner of your eye and leaving them offerings.
It’s knowing and making stories and music and poetry and art and the sharing of it. It’s creating in every sense of the word and sharing those creations that should be shared.
It’s knowing the seasons and the holidays, knowing the natural cycles of the land where I live and celebrating them. It’s being able to walk in harmony and delight and the sights and sounds and smells of anywhere I am. The pleasant and the unpleasant. It is knowing I am one small animal in the grand scheme of things and knowing I am not the star of this play but just a bit player among other bit players in this production.
Druidry is all those things and so much more as I move through each day I am allotted here.
An Arch Druidess’ Prayer
Help me to be wise enough to listen to the wind.
To be able to hear the wisdom of trees
To be able to see news in the flight of migrating birds
To be able to read the way in the movement of a stream.
Let me walk under the stars and hear their music
Let me see by the light of people’s hearts
Let me find the path through the forest of confusion
Let me never think I’m better than the smallest creature
Let me never think I’m less than the largest one.
Let me be secure in the love of the ones who are important to me
Let me fearless for those I need to defend
Let me be wise enough to know when to lead
And wise enough to know when someone else should.
And wise enough when to get out of the way.
Let me know that I can trust what I feel
And what I know and let me walk in the right direction
Whatever that direction is.
Think I might start doing this for July. I’m wondering if I can do it in a photography based way using my photos and maybe a few pics from the NASA public domain website photo cache.