Thursday, May 10, 2012

Datura Dreams

Just about to open!
So fragrant!
In all her glory!
Note:  This is POTENT magic.  Do NOT play with datura!  She is best for watching & enjoying her fragrance.

Wild & Bright Blessings,

~*Rhi*~

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Warrior

She comes in time of deep hurt.
Tears flow unchecked. 
She sees.
Protective black wings, hardened by battle, wrap around.  
Shriek of crow rises in my throat.
Macha, Babd, Nemain. 
Tripple Goddess, Passionate & Powerful.
Great Queen of strife & warfare. 
Mother of battle.   
Justice severe. 
Harsh love. 
Liberator. 
Morrigan.
Drum & Bagpipe sound deep in the bones of my being. 
Ancient passion quickens my body & soul.
Raven’s wisdom. 
Bold & cunning.
Protectress.
Priestess
Warrior.
Bather of the dead. 
Feared shadow. 
Unrecognized strength.
Morrigan. 
Great Queen – knows.
She who would heal must learn to curse.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

A Song-Prayer for Planting

A song-prayer for planting:

May you be blessed
In this earth
May you grow & prosper
Multiply
May all who find
Your presence here
Be healed by the earth

May the earth herself
Be blessed by you
And the love
with which I plant
May your roots begin
To heal the scars
I have laid upon the land
This song came spontaneously as I planted babies in Faeryland this morning.  I hope you are blessed by it.
 ~*Rhi*~

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Imbolc 2012

Here is my Fire Festival:

A pot of soup, medicinal oil in the background, some incense in the sink, a picture of Brigid & a pile of candles!

Happy Imbolc everyone!!

Wild & Bright Blessings,

Rhi

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Soothing Flowers


Today, I'm creating my favorite balm, Soothing Flowers.  Full of the goodness of Violet, Chamomile, Calendula & Chickweed (when in season), Soothing Flowers is my go-to remedy where skin is involved.


I use this balm for almost everything:

Itchy skin
Moisturizing
Bug bites
Lip balm
Tattoo healing
Minor cuts & scrapes
 
Wherever I am, you can be sure that I have a tin of Soothing Flowers close by.

Wild & Bright Blessings,

Rhi 

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Grandmother Oak is Wounded

Today, I felt called to visit Grandmother Oak. She is a powerful & majestic tree that I have been communing with for a while now.  I didn't really have the time to visit, she is 15 miles from home & my schedule has been tight lately.  But, honoring her call, I walked down the path, anticipating our reunion.  I've felt sad all day & thought maybe she was calling to cheer me. 

She & I have bonded nicely over the past year (I can't believe it has been more than a year since we met! I didn't even realize that until I revisited the initial blog post.).  She has given me many messages, including her name.

As I touched her extending branch, something felt different.  The branch moved.  It is a HUGE branch that NEVER moves when I touch it.  "Odd," I thought, "maybe I'm pushing on her."  I approached her mighty trunks, feeling & seeing the energy in her center.

I didn't notice the wound at first.  She was throbbing with energy.  First I saw the pentagram drawn in the mulch that makes up her womb.  "Another witch has found her," I thought.  I felt a strange, sinking sensation & looked up. 

Immediately, I realized that a witch was not responsible for the drawing in the loose mulch.  The numbers 666 were carved deeply into my friend's bark.  Opposite this desecration was an inverted cross carved even deeper into another trunk.  The wounds took my breath away. 

Sacred, holy, ancient.  These are the words I use to describe Grandmother Oak. 

Now, she is wounded, scarred.  These are not her first scars.  A small hart was cut from her bark last year; initials are placed in her skin occasionally.  But these wounds, these marks were of utter disrespect.  Not the marks of lovers or possession, but the marks of anger & rebellion. 

My heart broke.  I tried to send healing to my friend, but felt only empty, tight, constricted.  It is not really Grandmother Oak that has been wounded, it is me.  She will heal as she has before.  She bears many scars, both human-inflicted & natural.  She is strong & resilient.  She knows that time will bring a softening to those who wounded her & will bring protective callouses to her skin.  She is wise & patient.

I feel violated.  A space that I thought of as "mine" has been invaded.  A sacred spot feels vulnerable.

There are lessons here.  I can feel them growing in my chest, but cannot articulate them quite yet.  Before the assimilation of the lesson, I will grieve. 

Tomorrow, I will visit again, though there is little time in my day.  I will leave offerings for the Fae to request a speedy healing of her bark before fungus sets in.  I will meditate & find the energy to send to her.

Tonight, I cannot even cry.  It is just so disheartening.