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Sunday, January 12, 2020

The Feastlet of the First Eggs

This morning, after coming in from chores, I posted on Facebook
"Today we celebrate the Feastlet of the First New Eggs! I did get a second one from the ladies this morning, to go with yesterday's gift. This is quite early, as usually the first egg comes in early February, with the longer days. I think the open winter is confusing the hens. I am pretty sure they would not be fertile, as I have not heard the roosters having their way, nor the drakes with their hens either. But i shall boil mine (in heavily salted water, to help the peeling) and K's will be over easy, as he likes. They will go with potato patties, leftover 'taters from our garden. Livin' the witchy life in the country!"
 I want to elaborate a bit on this, here, in response to a spate of recent activity in one of the groups I follow there. This group, for folks of my general spiritual persuasion,  has had a sudden influx, it seems of newcomers to the practices. They are all asking for guidance of some sort -- not unreasonably -- but their apparent single-minded focus on getting things "just right" for the full moon ritual just past, what one "should" and "should not" include at such a time, and especially what they need to purchase and where to find it has set my personal witchy hackles on end.
As an aside, let me remind my fearless readers that I came to my path led only by the world around me. The moon's and sun's cycles and movement, the inspiration offered by the plants, animals and elemental beings were my only instruction for years. Later there were books, people, online groups but in the beginning at least some of those resources had actually not been invented yet. When I did begin to encounter the tools of instruction that most folks take for granted these days, I checked the information I received against what I supposed should be called my own UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis) but which was, and remains the backbone of my practice. New things that "felt right" were tried on for size and either melded in or put back by the wayside for the wanderer to whom they would apply.

So, I share this little ritual of thanks to the hens and acknowledgement of the turning of the year with the observation that, for me, the most meaningful rituals == the things that connect me most strongly with both the natural world and the Goddesses and Gods with whom I work == come to me this way. Organically.

And while it seems easier to sync with the natural world when it, and not the things of mankind, are what surround you, it is not necessary to move "beyond the sidewalks and off the grid" to connect. It is, however, necessary to change your assemblage point. How you will do that is variable, but let me suggest spending time outside your apartment and when you are outside, pay attention to: the weather -- wind and direction, temperature, dampness, the rain, the snow. Have you felt the moisture precipitate out of the air as you walk? If you live where it snows, do you know more than one word for the white stuff that falls? Look for "corn snow" and if you want to know more about kinds of snow, talk to someone who enjoys cross country skiing! Pay attention to the sky as well... learn the clouds, look for hints of the moon and the bright "star" or two you might see over the ambient light. Look around you at the street trees; talk to them, watch them change and listen to what they may tell you. Look for their short-lived annual friends that may spring up around them... both those that humans plant and especially the ones who volunteer to live in the cracks. While those specific individuals may not be safe, on account of exhaust and other contaminants, to use in teas and salves, if you learn them there, they will be greet you as friends when you visit the countryside, and offer some of their bounty for your use. 

Listen to your intuition and learn to recognize when you are are "in the flow." Don't expect to *stay* there, as it, too is always changing. I imagine it as a benevolent whirlwind or waterspout, that may catch me up or whirl around me as I wander for a bit and then, following a different diversion or trail, flow off for a time, to be rejoined later. 

So, with the blessing of the hens and the constant change of the seasons -- slowly moving through winter today with winds and rain which the weather guessers predict to turn to power-disrupting ice -- I leave you to your day. Mine will include cleaning the kitchen, decanting apple cider vinegar, mending and spinning once I repair a spinning wheel. 

Blessings to all.