"Allow Her" and Other Blessings

October skies allow for no misconceptions. Cotton piled clouds hang in front of granite seas. Rain bursts forth followed by sun followed by quiet darkness followed by more rain. Leaves gathering by day and moonlight taking refuge behind night after night of rain.

Sage and lavender rising. I'm moving in different ways after hearing who I am. Aeromancy and blessing upon the wind. Sun breaks through and I care very much. This time of year, wet pine needles give. The air somehow does the work and I am so grateful. I can bless the wind; that is something I can do when it all falls and rots.

Residual water falls from leaves when the wind decides to give a little push. Sun breaks from the iron lid and seems to set these stray drops on fire as they fall. It is gorgeous and has become one of my favorite stories of falling.

Between rains, I moved at least 50 field stones. A garden awaits and each effort is an initiation to join Her, be Her, allow Her. Perennials were moved to make space but the question now is: what shall become of the Lily of the Valley? The roots are entangled with vines, and the vines must go. Lessons in losing that which is special. Lessons involving the body abound.

Boiling chicken off the bone and hot tea – tending the sick as a natural expression of love. Geese overhead announce the freedom to migrate. Wrinkled V-shapes indicate they are greater than. Well, greater depending on one's location!

She wrote, “the politics of orgasm” and right then and there I decided that God's compass spins with the menstrual cycle of the Goddess. Tell me, beloved, what does it mean to trust in Her ways?

Autumn digs in and so each day now becomes about siphoning as much sunlight as possible. Bowls of moonlight at night, sure....but also, bundles of dried herbs soaking up light during the day. Other than these things, I cannot say aloud what is happening. But I can fan incense and wood smoke and sage in a way that blesses this moment and the next.