Sit, listen to the wind, birds and trees. Allow the beauty and chaos that is nature to enter and propel you through this time we call life. Breath in the smells of an open fire place and a camp fire. Know the difference they have on you and your surroundings. Give with an open heart and mind. Know that there are richer and poorer. But never measure those two thoughts by the amount of money one has. For richness is how you live and give of yourself, not what you have.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Meditation for Litha: By Zephra
Relaxation.....breathing in through your nose and out through you mouth.......Relax your body......your mind...... your spirit.................. breathe in calm .........breathe out tension................. follow your breath as it flows outward.... relaxed..... as you count your steps 7....6....5....4....3....2....1.... and through your doorway.
As you stop through, the sun shines so brightly you must shade your eyes to see. The lushness of the land awaits. Leaves full.... the grasses are thick and tall.... your path overgrown but you pick your way toward the trees..... seeing the shadow faces....shadow eyes.....in the trees. It will be cooler under their canopy but now the Sun beats down....sweat trickles down your back..... the cicadas are buzzing.....bees droning......flowers nodding in the heat.
You are on your way to the Summer Solstice gathering and excited about the celebration. Food...fairies.... fun And the crowning of the King. The Holly King.
Into the forest you go.....even the smell is cooler.... musky.....magikal.... a fleeting glimpse of movement beside you.......ahead of you.....above.....behind you. All beings are heading toward the gathering. A flutter of wings.... a rustle of leaves..... then you see... the procession of Fairies. The Queen.... escorted by Her attendants and consort. You follow quietly being a part of the grand parade........... Deeper into the trees... rays of sunlight dappling the forest carpet....pine-needles and moss make your foot steps nearly silent. A smokey smell makes you realize you are almost there.................
Into a clearing.... you have arrived. A bon-fire center with the tall trees surrounding......... guarding.......... protective sentinels.
From the East the fairies and sylphs arrive...........
From the South, the fiery dragons, salamanders and big cats watch from the edges. The Mer-people and undines have followed the river in from the West. And the sturdy trolls and gnomes from the North. All have come to witness this rite......... The Oak King stand tall and proud, yet He is weary from His trek from Yule to Litha.... He is ready to step down. He awaits with the crowd...... as the drumming grows louder................. With a flash!!.... the young King steps up..... a wreath of holly halos His head........ smiling, He greets the crowd.. Cheering and laughter....... Then the old King kneels and passes His sword to the new King....... with a gust of wind............... the Oak King is nothing more than leaves scattered to the four directions............... The Holly King in reverence................ His head bowed in respect............Silence for the fallen King............. But with a glint in His eye, He raises His sword.... "To a new season!" ho-ray "Let the celebration begin."
Laughter and cheers.... the mead is passed and the toasts are made...... food is plentiful............. and the air vibrates with magik........... Be a part of the fun............mingle...................talk............. eat........... dance and sing.....................................................
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who are you with?............................................. Who do you wish to meet?...............................................
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The sun begins to head westward yet darkness is a long way off............... Music drifts in and out of your perception............. still the party continues......
Near midnight the darkness descends....... little by little the crowd thins...... heading back to their homes.................groups leave the clearing............ the bonfire has died down........... twinkling lights from distant travelers trail off into the forest. and you too must be heading home.
Through the trees...............your pathway is a dark line amid the moonlit grass............ crickets have replaced the bees............... fireflies blink on and off. guiding you on....... At your doorway....pause, turn and think back on the days events.......................... Give thanks .. You are ready for the second half of the year..... through your doorway... counting your steps back 1...2...3...4...5...6...7... And be here... breath..... and open your eyes and smile.
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