Blessing of the Saco River

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River Blessing, June 20, 2016

 

The continuance of life

The renewal of its essence.

 

From sea to sky

From sky to mountain

From mountain to river

And from river back to the sea,

A continuous loop in the process of eternity.

 

Water is the giver and sustainer of life, it is the softness of gentle drops on sweet summer leaves,

and the raging fury and unstoppable force of a flood.

 

It represents a manifestation of life, a confluence of the forces of nature; a mystery with its truth below the surface. It flows where the land allows it to and always returns to its source, as do we.

 

As the bearer of water and life, we honor its place in the circle of truth, and pay tribute to its never ending gifts.

We gather here together to give thanks for its beauty and the peace it brings to our souls and hearts with our gifts of the earth and samples of the bounty its sweet water brings.

(My ladies and I ended our annual blessing ceremony by dropping flowers and herbs into the Saco River.  It was a lovey way to spend a summer late afternoon in the company of the setting sun and full solstice moon).

Summer Solstice/Full Moon 6-20-16

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Longest day and shortest time of darkness.  Magic in the moon light and peace in the secret of its knowing.

A secret to share with everyone but for now, only known by those among us of like mind, of those awake enough to behold the truth because it is a truth without words, a knowing in the soul, a connection to all there is but with no attachments.

A trust in the cycles of life, the rhythm of nature, the dependability of the cycles that Divine Mother brings.  She has laid in waiting, has been patient with our neglect but now it is her time, a time of new awareness, a time of a rebirth of the mother knowledge, a time to rejoice in her beauty and truth.

In this day of less darkness, let us see the meaning in the seasons, let us feel the vibration of Mother’s truth, let us believe in her promise in the light of the moon that she will never leave us in darkness and let us honor her in our hearts and share her love and truth with one another to become for all time sisters/brothers and lovers of the beauty of her truth and of the right of all beings to exist in the bliss of the conscious life.

Let us make a vow, a promise to her this evening of shortened darkness, to be her children and partners in the process of waking the unconscious to an appreciation of Mother and of each other and to make this world the place she has always dreamed of.

Join me in drying her tears with our hearts in honor of all she unselfishly and joyfully gives of herself.  The blessing of day light and moon shine, of love, death and rebirth, a never ending cycle, dependable in its truth and continuance, a chain never broken, a perpetual loop of manifestation of the unmanifested through and because of our consciousness.

With Mother to guide us and hold us in her heart of compassion, we cannot fail and can assist her in bringing forth a new earth, one of compassion, truth, beauty and peace for all beings and all time.  This is the promises in the moonlight and star shine of this magical evening.

Please Join me in silent meditation and feel the message of the bells and gong as we offer our gifts of the sweetness of life to our sister the river and our mother the earth, a taste of the fruits river’s gift of water brings us and a tribute and thanks to our Divine Mother for the beauty and flavor she adds to our lives.

The Moon Cried For Me

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The daylight faded into night

The dark swallowed me whole – and

 

                                                        The moon knew I could not say no.

 

You came to me and held me close,

I was putty in your hands – and

 

                                                         The moon knew you could not stay away.

 

You kissed my face and lips,

I kissed your mouth and eyes- and

 

                                                      The moon felt our building heat.

 

Your hands slid over my body and

Woke all of my senses – and

 

                                                  The moon felt your passion.

 

Our lovemaking was hot and real and

Warmed the ground beneath our bodies – and

 

                                            The moon, not wanting to intrude, turned its face and looked the other way.

 

While I slept you covered my naked body with flowers from my gardens

And then just walked away, unmoved – and

 

                                         The moon cried for me.

 

A Passionate Kiss

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It takes so little,

A soft touch, a kind word

 

A passionate kiss or a loving smile

To erase a world of hurt and sorrow.

 

The pleasures we give each other

Have no need for words,

 

For to love in silence

Is to love completely.

 

What we share is a soul deep connection

Which cannot be diminished by time, distance or willful neglect.

 

My gift to him of unconditional love

Is really a gift of freedom to us both

 

To be who we really are and to

Experience this love together for its own sake.

 

There have been stops and starts

But only in physical presence because in love there is no time.

 

So once again the physical will rejoin the heart in time

And the heat and passion of our love will resume, stronger for the absence,

 

As if it had never stopped.