The last several days have been a whirlwind of academic
writing at my house and then a day of recovery. Since my last blog I have
probably spent 30-40 hours of writing, crazy hurried crunch-time writing. Some
of it was good and some was painfully wrenched forth and word-smithed into
something coherent.
Yesterday, the last year of one of several calendars for which
I follow was the last day of the year. The Gregorian Calendar in my personal practice
is the calendar of the mundane, of day to day living, of paying the bills and
going to work, and of the point at which all comes into manifestation.
After-all, all of spirituality comes together into day-to-day living and
becomes part of the routine, the mundane, the earthly plane. It only makes
sense to me that the last day of a year in such a calendar is a day of rest. So it was.
For the first time in their lives the kids were
successful in staying up to witness the threshold between the years. It was a
moment in which I was thrown back to my own childhood, to when I was told I was
FINALLY big enough to make the great attempt at staying up all the way until
midnight. Until then midnight was only some fabled time that happened at night
while I was sleeping, full of magick, as evidenced by all the plot points in
cartoons involving midnight. It was like a mini-Rite of Passage in which the
wee-ones got to celebrate being big. For them it was a celebration of inclusion
into the ritual lives of society. They truly could care less about what year it
is. The night mattered because they got to be a part of it.
Today I will make collard-greens, to bring green folding
money, and hopping John, for luck, as is a tradition in my family, and much of
the South; and otherwise celebrate the mundane New Year by doing everyday
things, maybe clean a bit of house, read out of a book, or wherever it is that
I am led. All I can really say is that I will do so mindfully and with my
spiritual and magickal arte engrained into the routine.
This morning I asked our Lady and our Lord to provide an
omen for the coming year, not just for me but for all. From the Crane Bag I
pulled the following Ogham:
1 Onn (Gorse)- This few indicates the past, which would
have been last year. 2012 was a year, for better or worse, dealing with our
relationships to others.
2 Ailm (Fir)- This few is the now. It is a moment looking out
towards the horizon in awe and wonder with a bit of enthusiasm.
3 Nion “Reversed” (Ash)- This is few a reminder not to be
swept up in trying to control all that is external to our being. An attempt to
play master to others, events, and anything not of the Self takes the Crown
from our heads and they become the ruler over us.
May your New Year be blessed!
Boidh se!
-Spanish Moss
“Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path.”
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