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Brighid watch over us

May your flame light our way

Through the night

Through the storms

Through our tears

May your waters sooth and heal

Heal our hearts,

Heal our bodies,

Heal our minds.

May your forge make us strong

Strong enough to fight what needs to be fought

Strong enough to accept what can’t be

Strong enough to stand under the burdens we accept

Brighid, we burn your flame

We drink from your well

We are strong when we are weak because we have your blessing

We drink from your well to be healed

We walk in the mist following your footsteps.

We carry your flame with us and give to all who need it.

Brighid, we are your flames in the world.

Kat

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Soon…

I can’t wait to be up at camp and I’m hoping my body is going to cooperate and I’m going to take some Imodium with me just in case. I’m not supposed to take it since for a person with gastroparesis, it’s kind of counterproductive and quite frankly can hurt a lot even the children’s dose but if I have to I will.

There is nothing in this world that can compare to morning at high altitude up in the forest. The air is different. It feels differently to the skin. The sounds are different. The wind in the trees sounds like nowhere else I know. The air and the earth feel more alive and that quality is evident everywhere you look. The earth smells wonderful and clean even at the end of a summer on the cusp of winter. Fall is fleeting and short in California mountains. The oaks may turn colour and aspens and alders but mostly the cedars and the pines and the evergreen oaks don’t change much but you can tell the quality of light is changing. The sun is lower in the sky.

Morning begins at the tip tops of the trees over the eastern ridges and the dawn chorus raises its voice. You pass from a moment of absolute silence to the screams of Stellar Jays and the dee dee dee of the chickadees and the tapping of the woodpeckers hiding yet another acorn to farm for the winter.

The sun creeps up and then spills over the trees into the valley and it’s magic to watch it move. All nature in the valley is part of a giant sundial charting the sun’s morning path

I always raise my face to the sun’s morning kiss in the mountains, there is nothing better in the world.

Prayer for a Fall morning

As I walk through the early morning I ask the blessing of the day

From the beauty of nature to surround me and protect me:

Softness of spider’s web

Flight of a hummingbird

Cry of a new born baby

Sunlight on liquidamber trees

Flexibility of tall grasses

Scold of a squirrel

Breezes from the east

Gaze of a watchful cat

Gatherings of clouds

Be with me all this day to twilight

To night and to dawn tomorrow.

Goddess of the Day fallout

If you have been following my blog for the last few months, you can see I’ve been putting up a Goddess of the Day post. Sometimes it’s famous people I admire. Sometimes it’s a statue I like, sometimes it’s people I love because as far as I’m concerned all women, of all ages are goddesses.

I’ve been doing it on my Facebook page too and I’ve gotten a lot of feedback, all good from pagan friends and a lot of my Christian friend too except for a couple. Those few haven’t said anything but they seem to feel they need to combat my evil influence on their News Feed because within five minutes of the Goddess of the Day being posted they start putting up Jesus posts. I’m not sure if this is directed at me or if they don’t understand how the News Feed works. I’m not sure they know that the stuff I post appears on their News Feed but unless you reply or “like” something it doesn’t appear on your friends pages unless they are also a friend because, hevens forbid, your friends might find out you know a pagan.

I tested it on the ones that do it and even if I vary the time, if they are home, it appears like clockwork.  This morning it was a picture of Jesus on someone’s front lawn beckoning to come in.  Because of who they are if I hide their posts I might miss something else that I need to know but sometimes it’s amusing and sometimes I just want to say, “Enough! If I wanted to be a Christian, I never would have high tailed it out of there.”

Once you leave the fold some people are convinced you know nothing about Christianity, like you have a had a mind wipe so if I quote scripture back at them, they freak out. Seriously??  I had over 20 years of Presbyterian Sunday School starting at 2 years of age. And Presbyterians emphasize critical thinking about topics. That used to get me in a lot of trouble until I questioned myself write out of there. Want to piss off someone Bible thumping and then telling you even the devil can quote scripture? Tell them they are quoting Shakespeare’s “Merchant of Venice Act I Scene 3” and watch them sputter. It’s great fun.

Anyway, for the moment I’m amused, but now that I’ve tested my theory, I’m getting a bit annoyed and may hide them anyway.

A prayer for slightly silly fall morning – because it feels like Fall is here

A prayer to the morning beings of my neighborhood

Bless me as I go my way this day until the fall of night.

The low tok tok tok greeting of the raven from the top of the transformer

The mocking of the car alarms of a mockingbird

The suicide run of the spring born squirrel across the quiet street

The sleepy ramble of the opossum for shelter from the coming heat

The scolding of the male hummingbird as I cross under him

The buzz of the heavy carpenter bee lumbering to the roses

The trail of the night wandering snail across the walkway

The softness of the spider’s web as it crosses my face as I leave the gate

The farewell of the garden gnomes and cats from the yard

Be with me from early dawn to twilight’s fall

and through the dark of night.

An evening prayer

Lavender and deep violet veil the mountains as night falls.
A benediction on a day of work
Spirits ease as shadows fall
As muscles relax
As birds settle in for the night murmuring to themselves
As a cricket scrapes slowly in a low chirp
As breezes calm and night gently falls
As petals fold in to the flowers for protection as the sun sets
May we be ready to rest
To breathe deeply
To release the sigh of care from a tiring day
We watch the cat stretch and we relax some more
We ask for peace through the night
We ask for untroubled sleep
We give thanks for passing through another day
We breathe out and ask for strength for the next day
We ask for the will to meet it with a calm face
We ask for peace.

Prayer for a Summer Morning

Today is an amazingly beautiful California morning. I was in awe of the many colours of green in the trees this morning. It was wonderful to just drink the colour in through my eyes. I had to only choose 9 of the trees there are so many beautiful trees this morning.

I raise my face to a beautiful summer morning

Blessings of greens of trees

Blessings of a sunny morning

Blessings of a cool breeze

As I walk through this day.

Flexibility of the tall palms

Beauty of Redwood

Grace of the Sycamore

Fragrance of Pines

Healing of Eucalyptus

Spicyness of the Pepper tree

Glory of the Coral tree

Nourishment of the Olive

Longevity of Oak

Blessings and protection of the trees

Be with me all this day and night

Every minute from twilight to twilight,

Light to dark and dark to light.