The rain is my special attachment to the weather. Maybe it is my name sake, or maybe it is just the way it washes away the exterior part of my life as it renews my days here on this plane.
As I stood outside the rain washing down on me, these words came pouring through my head. I just thought I would share
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.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
~ The Blessing Chant ~ From Scott Cunningham's "Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner"
~ The Blessing Chant ~
"May the powers of The One,
The source of all creation;
All-pervasive, omnipotent, eternal;
May the Goddess,
The lady of the Moon;
And the God,
Horned hunter of the Sun;
May the powers of the spirits of the stones,
Rulers of the elemental realms;
May the powers of the stars above and the earth below,
Bless this place, and this time, and I who am with you."
From Scott Cunningham's "Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner"
"May the powers of The One,
The source of all creation;
All-pervasive, omnipotent, eternal;
May the Goddess,
The lady of the Moon;
And the God,
Horned hunter of the Sun;
May the powers of the spirits of the stones,
Rulers of the elemental realms;
May the powers of the stars above and the earth below,
Bless this place, and this time, and I who am with you."
From Scott Cunningham's "Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner"