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I had hoped to send this out a week ago, but life—in the form of our Earth Activist Training and its twelve-hour teaching days—intervened. But I want to close off this series of narratives with some thoughts on what to do next. Segregation in the south did not end because the civil rights movement won […] Every freedom we cherish, every great change, every liberation of a slave or shift in conciousness or small increase in justice was won in just this way—in the streets by people who mostly felt at the time that they were losing. […] The art of leading the trance is to open up and let the inspiration and ecstasy flow, to find that well at the heart of the Isle of Apples, the ever-flowing well of life, and drink from its waters, and share. […] In Wiccan mythology, death is not an ending, but a transformation to a new state. Witches go neither to hell nor heaven, but to the Land of Youth, where we walk with the Goddess beneath the trees that are in flower, bud, and fruit all at the same time, reviewing our life and its lessons and planning our next one. There we remain until we grow young enough to be reborn. […] We create this ritual because we love it–and we do to create a moment together to share our grief, our losses, and our hopes, to support each other through the process of mourning, to envision the world we want and to pump that vision full of magical energy. […] cvgmpi8kfr Mark Twain said the coldest winter he ever spent was one summer in San Francisco. Summer Solstice in Maine is like a slighter warmer version of San Francisco winter—wet and threatening rain. I’m at Unity College where we are kicking off our Earth Activist Training with a summer solstice ritual, joined by many of the […] |
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