There are really two kinds of Rites of Passage. One is the initiation cycle that for our DCD grove is Companion, Bard, Druid, Arch Druidess. You can choose how far you want to go. It’s up to the person.
The other set of Rites of Passage are the life passages: birth, dedication, first blood, motherhood, croning, and death. We don’t all have all of them in our lives except birth and death. The Grove is too new to have done any of these other than to be part of Laura’s memorial. We never did one with just us but now that it’s been a year maybe we should do one. We need to either write one for general purposes for ourselves or use the official one from DCD/FOI http://www.fellowshipofisis.com/liturgy/panthea4.html. It’s based on the Book of Coming Forth, AKA the Book of the Dead.
In TOILA we have the Say my name ritual but there isn’t much to it. We could have everyone leave instructions for what they want but that may not always be possible for a lot of reasons. The person may not want to or the death may be unexpected. Maybe we should do it like leaving a will, who knows? None of the current members is capable anymore of becoming a new mom. More like grandmothers and beloved aunties maybe we should honour stepping into that role.
I know the one time I was made a Goddess parent the father changed his mind because he didn’t want a lesbian influencing his daughter which was cute because his wife had been with women before him and I’m the alleged bad influence on a pagan child? Yeah, right.
For future reference I want the Brighid candle ritual at mine and for people to sing my favourite camp songs and take my ashes to Singing Pines and let them go into the wind near my Arts and Crafts building.
Song for Judith aka Open the Door
Song of the Soul
Lulla Lullabye round
All Through The Night
Be Thou My Vision, paganized
Rose, Ah Poor Bird, Hey Ho, and any of the other rounds we used to sing together
Knot of Isis.
Do you know how you want to be remembered? Something to think about especially if you’re pagan and don’t want to end up with a Christian burial service. I will personally haunt anyone who does that to me, and trust me you do not want that if I’m mad about it. If the rest of my family can go visiting after they’re dead I see no reason why I can’t do it too. In fact, I plan on checking in on people as long as I’m not busy doing something else.
Deep peace I breathe into you,
O weariness, here: O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to You;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, red wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, grey wind of the west to You;
Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, blue wind of the south to you!
Deep peace, pure red of the flame to you;
Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the earth to you;
Deep peace, pure grey of the dew to you,
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you!
Deep peace of the Yellow Shepherd to you,
Deep peace of the Wandering Shepherdess to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to you,
Deep peace from the Son/Daughter of Peace to you,
Deep peace from the heart of Mary to you,
And from Bridget of the Mantle
Deep peace, deep peace!
And with the kindness too of the Haughty Father Peace!
In the name of the Three who are One, Peace!
And by the will of the King/Queen of the Elements,
From "the Dominion of Dreams under a Dark Star by Fiona Macleod (1895)