rantnraven
July 29th, 2001, 07:29 PM
I went to the desert this weekend to hold a personal ritual. This was my experience.
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I arrived early. The sun was bright and warm on my back (actually, very hot). As I erected my camp, sweating, I stewed in my own torment – loss of job, divorce, death in the family. I heated Dinty Moores in a metal pot over an open flame.
As I gave thanks, to the Goddess, for the meal, I noticed the sun set. I was in awe. The sun lay on the horizon and painted the sky with varying shades of red, orange, yellow – all against a magnificent blue backdrop. It was extravagant.
The stew went cold before I could eat.
After the sun was gone, I looked South – the direction from which came the wind. I could smell the Earth; the life that was around me, and plentiful. Even here, in the middle of this vast wasteland, called the Mojave Desert, life was abundant.
I watched the landscape change color – from blue, to purple, to dark.
I ate the cold stew and thanked the Goddess for it.
Shadows danced in the night as the fire was fed by the wind. There was no fear or care to dissuade the passion that I had for the land and The Mother. Diana, waxing now, offered light and I danced. Skyclad and cold, I danced as if tomorrow would not arrive. I paid homage to Her and would not stop until the flames of my hearth has burned out.
The ritual done, I wept, like that of a newborn child. I realized that life is just life and we should do our best to absorb it, while we have it. It may come around again but, live it for the now.
The morning sun was bright and the fire was gone. In all of its glory and splendor, I danced again until a rabbit approached. We stared at each other for a while before it ran off.
The Goddess has blessed me. I know this now.
The drive home , though, completely sucked!
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Bright, bright blessing to all of you,
Thoma
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I arrived early. The sun was bright and warm on my back (actually, very hot). As I erected my camp, sweating, I stewed in my own torment – loss of job, divorce, death in the family. I heated Dinty Moores in a metal pot over an open flame.
As I gave thanks, to the Goddess, for the meal, I noticed the sun set. I was in awe. The sun lay on the horizon and painted the sky with varying shades of red, orange, yellow – all against a magnificent blue backdrop. It was extravagant.
The stew went cold before I could eat.
After the sun was gone, I looked South – the direction from which came the wind. I could smell the Earth; the life that was around me, and plentiful. Even here, in the middle of this vast wasteland, called the Mojave Desert, life was abundant.
I watched the landscape change color – from blue, to purple, to dark.
I ate the cold stew and thanked the Goddess for it.
Shadows danced in the night as the fire was fed by the wind. There was no fear or care to dissuade the passion that I had for the land and The Mother. Diana, waxing now, offered light and I danced. Skyclad and cold, I danced as if tomorrow would not arrive. I paid homage to Her and would not stop until the flames of my hearth has burned out.
The ritual done, I wept, like that of a newborn child. I realized that life is just life and we should do our best to absorb it, while we have it. It may come around again but, live it for the now.
The morning sun was bright and the fire was gone. In all of its glory and splendor, I danced again until a rabbit approached. We stared at each other for a while before it ran off.
The Goddess has blessed me. I know this now.
The drive home , though, completely sucked!
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Bright, bright blessing to all of you,
Thoma