I am hosting Imbolc at my apartment this weekend. I'm so nervous i'm shaking in my boots. There was a place, back in my college days, where i could walk out to the woods with my friends, stand barefooted and call a ritual up from the earth. I would just stand there and feel it all flow through me, and i always felt like what ever i said was right, like it was meant to be. Like there was a reason i was saying it. Sometimes i think i've gotten so involved in being PC and knowing the history of everything before i do it that i've lost the natural instinct to just worship. To just let myself be a conduit to the gods and goddesses. Almost like i've lost the very natural part of me that connected me to this religion in the first place. Than i take a step back. I'm still flexible in my ritual, allowing words to come to me as they do. I don't get stuck in my ways. I try my best to allow the gods to flow through me. But now i'm more knowlegable about what i say. I hear what's coming out of me instead of just letting it. I acknowledge my own intricate part in the ritual. That's important too I think.
It's not just the insecurity that makes me nervous. I just moved to the area. I've never worked with this group before. I'm not sure what to expect. I don't know what they're energy will be like. I know all of them. We've talked and chatted and gotten to know one another, but we never been to ritual together. And we're all of different faiths and different abilities. it's a little nerve racking. That and i haven't written a word of the ritual yet. Silly me.
I have a plant in my living room. a tree, brand new for Yule. I just repotted her to help her grow. she's doing wonderfully. i think when i write this ritual... I just might take off a show and a sock, see if maybe my toes in the dirt will help.




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Greetings from one fresh face to another. :)
Dana "Azure"02:11 PM CST