Monday, December 22, 2014
Living in reverence of the natural world around us makes Yule an important day in our year, but it is closely followed by Christmas and New Year. As the mama, three major holidays jammed into as many weeks seems like a nightmare. If we celebrated them all with equal gusto and festivity, I would need a nap that lasted all of January. To keep the most meaningful aspects of the season and still escape with our sanity, Superman and I had to examine the situation and do some slicing and dicing.
After a long year of struggling through a plethora of holidays, we came to a conclusion. Religiously we are Pagan, but culturally we are American. Ach! Does that mean we have to celebrate everything?! No matter how much we want to celebrate the Pagan holydays, we cannot bring ourselves to part with the holidays we grew up observing. So...it is going to look like this at our house: each Pagan holiday will be celebrated as a family sacred day, while it's American counter part will be celebrated a community based appendage.
For example Yule was a quiet night at home with lots of candle light, a fake fire compliments of YouTube, a simple altar ceremony to welcome the longest night of the year, a warm hearty dinner, and just some good family time. We were planning on fresh scones for breakfast, but after Little Bitty Baby woke up seven times over the course of the night I was doing good to slap some peanut butter on a slice of toast. Christmas morning we will open gifts from our extended family, eat huge stacks of pancakes to celebrate the lengthening of the day light hours, and if there is enough snow spend the afternoon sledding. New Years will be regarded about as much as the onset of daylight saving time. Since we feel that the winter solstice is nature's new year, we feel that to celebrate both is redundant. Plus, we aren't the party type anyway.
We will adapt this through out the year to work with other observances such as Ostera/Easter and Samhain/Halloween. We have a secular gathering at my aunts every year over Easter weekend and family camp over Father's Day weekend just before Midsummer. Both of these traditions will be worked into our own Pagan holyday celebrations. The details are still up in the air, but I'll let you all know how they land.
Side note: Permission to bring home the black fur ball in the photo was Superman's holiday gift. This new member of our family is named Merlin and is a quiet, slightly more dexterous version of Miss Busy. Notice the mess he made of my center piece.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
|Miss Busy likes to "help" me write rituals.|
Since I am still fairly new to the craft, I am still working on making my path my own. Last week, before the full moon, I decided to rewrite my circle casting and full moon rituals. It sounded simple when I first hatched the plan, but it quickly spiraled into a hectic frenzy.
Sensing that I was otherwise occupied, Miss Busy whirled around the house like a tornado yes, she looks sweet and calm in the photo, but seconds after I snapped it she was crouched on the tray shrieking like a banshee. It was: write a couplet-got get Miss Busy out of the junk drawer, turn the page over-pull Miss Busy off of the kitchen counter, write another couplet-retrieve the pacifier Miss Busy snatched out of the babies mouth....On and on and on. Nap time never comes fast enough or lasts long enough.
Often, it feels as if motherhood is getting in the way of my spiritual life. Then I have to remind myself that nothing is more spiritual than being me: a mother, a wife, a woman. Learning to accept me and become the best me possible is the highest spiritual calling I have. The fancy way to say it is enlightenment.
I seek to be one with the world around me, communicate with the Elementals, hone my divination skills, and practice meditation all because my higher self will benefit the universe far more than my current self could ever imagine. In my mothering role I practice patients, seek resourcefulness, and learn to put the needs of others before my own plans. Each of the disciplines I learn as a mother furthers me as an individual. They also work to give my children a solid base and a good example to work from.