The Spring Equinox Ceremony was wet and cold which had the virtue of keeping curious members of the public at bay.
But the birds sang fit to burst in the budding trees and as the Mabon bought spring flowers into the circle, and the Lady offered us seeds to symbolise our hopes, and what we wished to plant in our lives for the year ahead, I think we all forgot the discomfort. One by one we went into the centre of our circle to plant seeds which we took away with us afterwards. Mine have come up and are sturdy little seedlings, though they still have a long way to go to become scarlet poppies.
There were several newcomers to the group, all of whom seemed to enjoy the rite. Hot tea and wine brewed from young oak leaves together with a variety of cakes helped to ground us and we shared poems and music in an impromptu eisteddford. Two artistic group members promised future works of art. Briefly, we stepped out of this world and into the other reality of love for all living beings, forcibly reminded that this sometimes exists alongside mud and discomfort and all the less palatable aspects of the world. This, for me , is the great strength of druidry.
The final offering at the Eisteddford sticks in my mind: “Caged birds sing of freedom; wild birds fly.”
Thank you to all who were there, for all your gifts.
Thank you for posting this, Liz! I’m sorry I missed it.
I corrected the date, though. Hope you don’t mind.
Comment by hilde — 25/4/2008 @ 8:37 am