He gathered up the tools. Feather,
paper, ribbon, dried leaves, seeds and the ball of hair from the past
mingled with the hair of the day. The Moon sat waiting patiently,
observing his mindful preparations as an owl in flight graced the
scene. Fire, Earth, Water and Air were also gathered there in
waiting. It seems to him that all is well as the Circle is cast with
reverent intent and he takes his place at the focus.
As he takes a breath as deep as an
ocean and his exhalation fills the starry sky, he wonders if he noted
this as a sigh or just a life affirming action? It matters not, as
the ritual now has begun. He begins to write his meme upon the paper
in a script that the Gods can understand, all the while with focused
intent upon visions of his past, those that seem best forgotten,
because they hold ones soul to the ground when you wish to fly.
Continuing on he repeats the process on another paper and fills it
with visions of the future. Daydreams full of contentment and love.
It seems to him such a simple request and he ponders for the moment
why it appears many have so difficult a time magnetizing such
into their lives. Another breath, this truly a sigh, escapes his
lips.
There is no answer to his query as he
ties a ribbon, the dried leaves and the feather to his musings of the
past and casts them to that starry sky, sending those unwanted
anxious memories to the wind, that they may blow far away, never to
return. Picking up the paper of the future dreams he wraps the seed
tightly in its embrace and holds it up to the Moon as to say,
“Remember this is here.” Digging a hole in the dirt before him, he places
this magical bundle at the bottom and covers it with the rich soil with the
faith that these dreams will take root in the womb of our Mother and
manifest their magical destiny.
He stands feeling satisfied that all is
well, closes the circle and then walks away, full of hope for the
future and waving goodbye to the past... Shanti
