Blues of the tranquil sky
Froze my gaze on that tiny arc
The silver crescent
Smiling down at the circus
A pained smile
Watching
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Blues of the tranquil sky
Froze my gaze on that tiny arc
The silver crescent
Smiling down at the circus
A pained smile
Watching
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Expansion, sculpture by Paige Bradley
“Empty your mind… empty yourself…you are nothing and nowhere… just floating in the embrace of the universe…” It is a nice idea and one I have heard at the start of many a meditation… and in meditation, such a vision has a place. As a way of living, it is not particularly practical though. Someone has to walk the dog, take out the trash and clean the bathroom… and a person wafting through life being ‘nothing and nowhere’ is unlikely to be getting down and dirty with a scrubbing brush or chasing a recalcitrant hound across a muddy field.
It is such concepts that, for some, consign the whole idea of spirituality to the odd corners of life. It becomes a pastime, something to ‘do’ in spare moments or with a group. It isn’t reality, is it?
For many others though, it is just that… the most eminently practical way to live… not something to do, but something to Be.
But just how can you reconcile the nitty-gritty needs of everyday life with living a spiritual life? Especially when the daily grind seems to get in the way and haul you forcibly back from the Threshold you long to cross?
As a young mother with two small boys creating daily havoc and a longing to pursue my own spiritual studies, I read a chapter in ‘The Training and Work of an Initiate’ by Dion Fortune, one of the most respected esoteric teachers of the past century or so. She wrote of the Path of the Hearthfire and how each moment, each task, every dirty cup or grazed knee could be part of the bricks and mortar of a spiritual life. She explained, with her customary clarity, how every experience and every chore, if the attention is focussed and the intent conscious, becomes a rite… and is, therefore, a very real part of the spiritual journey. She wrote of the Unseen Guest for whom we may keep a place beside the hearthfire and, slowly, I began to understand.
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The Moonbeam
Kissed the Flower
While it was Sleeping
With its soft-eye-petals closed
the flower had a dream, that it fell
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Prospecting for gold
Garnering summer’s bounty
Winter’s famine looms

Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard:

It has to be said that those of us involved with the shrine of Aea in her Aspect as the Personification of Tempered Enthusiasm do occasionally feel ‘put upon.’ I suppose it’s because we’re not involved in any great public ceremonials, are stuck out on the periphery and don’t have a lot of money. Change any of those three parameters and suddenly we would be a lot more cosseted by those in authority.
Still we keep our heads down and press on regardless. After all, if the eye of a wandering Hierophant should chance to alight on us, it would be followed by the sort of vague request that is in reality an instruction. Thus one of these worthies dropped round to see us after she’d enjoyed a good lunch with friends on the Council of Sinecurists and asked vaguely if we had done anything to help the Fane of the Wise Maiden Halina. To which the incumbent muttered something along the lines, “Obviously we keep an eye on them,” whilst Maljie frantically scoured the city map to discover where the damned place was.
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Forlorn crescent moon;
Inadequate, timorous,
Halted in progress.
Dawn’s hues of gold unveiled.
Darkness behind silhouettes.
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Dear… Donsta?
Okaaay… One wonders if you are quite well? The Black Beast points out that one could even read a note of affection into your comment about the Black Lake… and asks if you might be in need of medicinal chicken or remedial ball throwing?
Oddly, enough, I was just reading about An Linne Dhubh, the Black Pool, which is part of Loch Linnhe in Scotland. We drove along its banks on our last foray when we passed beneath Ben Nevis. Between Black Beasts, Black Lakes and the mysterious Black Shade, a Guardian might not be a bad idea.
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Never worry, you can stay
Way up there, we will still love
To look upon you in nights’ eve
Lying under a blackened tree
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We drove until we lost the light…
*
We drove on as the rain poured down…
*
But after almost driving
into Loch Lomond
twice…
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The waning moon bids farewell
As dawn breaks on another day.
Shadows linger on promises
Defined by every sun ray.
Arms reach out to embrace the sky,
Their touch a wave in the breeze,
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