out of this world

molds growing on the sole of My Hob-Nailed Brogans.

Making  Me think of the molding of My Soul.

The shape of our Spirit form and how our concepts of Self inhibits or expands our understanding and exploration of our own Psychic composition, and living function integrated in the larger body of the Whole.

The diversity of expression of form and color,endless subtlety

The fruiting of individualization from a community  within a community with unique structures, and individual Identities.

I’m not sure where I pick up this stuff, Unaware of what grows on me

Something that I had passed over, that stuck with me, taking on a life of it’s own.

Finding Opportunity in My company.

Awaiting the right time. the right conditions to emerge and bloom.

The invisible collective emerges to elevate the next generation

Millions of children, genetically differing from their parents and each other.

They have attained a unique personhood, because our life paths crossed.

sharing this space and time, 

The paths of our ancestors, and the destiny of spores,

witness ,wonder

Perhaps this is too intimate and personal a thing to share with all the World?

To admit that I find Beauty in taking part  in this dance of Beings .

So many partners

Reflected below the surface, Glass Catfish and Ghost Shrimp

, A couple of the critters I keep ,

Teachers in transparency, with little to hide

clearly sensitive, curious and hungry.

Friends that I regularly feed, They appear naked except for the eyes and antennae , mouths and stomachs.

They also display openly the hidden symmetry and order of inner organization that make up their bodies.

They prefer to live in groups when they make their way in this world.

They have a lot to show us about getting a long ,   for see- through creatures

Too revealing a Pet? Our Life journey is a movement.

The things we touch with our passing as well as the things that have touched us.

Feeling

Partners from out of this same World.

Different but not Foreign, Strange but not Alien.

We share the experience of Now

What it is to be.

The Doggy Bag of Druid ritual

There are some basic understandings I hope sink in with the regular habit of Neo-Pagan group worship.

An important one is not the ritual event but what the people take home with them.

What do we internalize and take on as domestic practice?

I  often serve up more than can be digested immediately, or perhaps it’s in the nature of the subject, or object.

We can’t get it  all at once ,at one time.

Like breathing or eating, we space it out, we break it up, and take it in.

We as living beings are composed and surrounded by a host of spirits.

We by choice and intent  with action feed Beneficial Spirits.

We are also empowered to clean ourselves and our surroundings of hostile agents.

We have Beneficial Spirits who aid us in the places we can’t reach.

This is all profoundly personal and private self discovery as well as aspiritual hygiene practice to be doing next to people you may not know.

It is even weirder when you think that you are alone,

as if in the presence of a stranger.

Imaginary Friends of child hood, places and times , relatives 

Our lives fingerprint is an amazingly unique story  of synchronistic connections ’Fate, Luck , Destiny .

Yet, we are cosmic emanations , born of this Earth

We are naturally part of  the bigger picture, made of the same stuff.

Special and significant in our integration in a much larger body with a will and awareness of its own.

fellowship

I found myself taking part in an Action,

A Do –it  Fellowship.

We would worship  in the open

The threads of connection community worship gatheringsPerhaps there is more to it  than the structured organization documentation requirements

Maybe it’s more of a family thing.        Instinctual  protective reaction

We are destined to grow out of

I am part  of the Old ADF generation that needs to be able to respectfully distance themselves from projects and programs that I don’t fully believe in and stand behind.

My path is not designed by committee, or approved by a council .

I Try to love the world as it is

I believe I am

The weather below

It is the love of the Sun that keeps the Waters from stillness.

The Sun shines through all things.

The Earth Mother’s surface is a response to the Sun,

There is a subterranean atmosphere,

in this porous, semipermeable . solid world we are a part of.

We are part of planetary respiration

Unaware of the passing clouds beneath our feet or the rainbows underground.

Barometric pressure, hydrostatic,electrostatic, surface tension,capillary action.

Unseen climate, Energy transference.

Deposited particles arranged by ancient currents

There is a flow , a stream, a memory of what was,as a reason for what is,

absorbing or shedding the stories of  stone.

Fresh water is melted glacial water remnants and rain

Aquifer has an Identity and a Spirit  a source and reason for being.

Moving Waters

of this

Ancient Earth !

The life of place

Where the grounded lightening path leads

Beyond tears and sweat and blood

Trail of time

Reflection