On 10th February several of us went down to Chiswick to explore the eyot there (an eyot is an island sometimes washed over at high tide). It was a magical day when we were able to make deeper connection with the river that gives our group its name. A day of sun and soft air and a strong sense of the other worlds and entities that surround us; of ourselves as eternal spiritual beings. A day of willow and mud; of seabirds and the power of the tide mingling salt and fresh water. Here is the invocation we performed at the water’s edge:
Lady of the glittering water
Lady of the sculpted, shining mud banks
Lady of the tidal reaches
On whose breast the seagulls rest
In whose lymph the salmon swim
Through whose skies the heron flies
Whose open arms yield up the sun each day
Tolerate our human footfall
Grant us safe passage
Show us your will
In the name of all that is fair and free we ask these things.
Awen
