WINTER SOLSTICE HOLY DAY CEREMONY

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Thursday, December 21,   12-2

“From the Darkness comes the Light”

 Ice, snow, winds, and rain sweep the earth as darkness comes earlier each day. Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year.  We are in the womb of the Great Mother, the place of dreams and infinite possibilities.  From this night on, the sun returns—longer each day, nurturing the seeds of spring that sleep deep in the earth.

Winter Solstice celebrates the presence of Spirit and the power of Hope. At this time, we tend the Hearth and listen to the ancient wisdom stories of Light born from the deepest Dark . We will begin at noon with Sacred Story—a telling of creation myth.  The ceremony that follows will focus on the “Radiance in Darkness”—what is the Light that you carry?

This ceremony will be led by gwendolyn Endicott, story teller, author, Priestess. Come a little early, rather than late. Bring a journal. There is no charge, but donations toward the maintenance of the forest sanctuary are greatly appreciated.

Gwendolyn@nehalemtel.net or 503-368-6389

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EARTH’S PRAYER

 

EARTH’S PRAYER

On our early morning walk,

The dogs paused beside the road,

Nosing their way through the luxuriant new grass.

“What a pleasure,” I thought,

“to immerse yourself in green.”

Smelling, tasting, being

as the new morning sun

lights the dew into sparkling.

 

Just then,

I caught sight of a circular web

delicately hung from a twig

making rainbows as it swayed gently in the sun.

“Good Morning, Earth,” I said,

Seeing Her all around me, vibrantly alive.

 

And She replied with a fine mist

That rose from the grass

as She breathed out the cold earth

and surrendered to the Sun.

 

 

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I’m so proud of my mom Gwendolyn Endicott who was honored with the Ferdun Conservation Award on Saturday!

This is the very beginning of her speech. The rest can be seen on YouTube. (Sorry mom but you were so amazing I had to share).

The Ferndun Conservation Award commemorates the steady, committed and visionary work of Gareth and Georgenne Ferdun, two of the founders of Lower Nehalem Com…
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TRILLIUM RETURNS!

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TRILLIUM RETURNS!

The forest has turned a psychedelic green– the closest I can come in naming it is Chartreuse, but it glows so it almost looks gold.   For a moment I think there is something wrong with my eyes. But no, it is the forest coming back to life.  Along the trail, a hill of trilliums pushes through the moss. Today they have opened.  They are the sacred Lily of this forest, glowing white, tri-petaled, beloved of the goddess.

Today, as the forest glows around me, I know that Kore, the World Soul, has once more returned, and we are in a new Season of growth. I am grateful to see another Spring.  My heart gladdens as old friends reappear: skunk cabbage, colts foot, oxalis, huckleberry, trillium…A miracle of rebirth everywhere, a forest coming alive again after a winter down under.

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THE KISS

THE KISS

She crawled out of the cage in the back of the rescue van, put her paws down cautiously, her tail and rear tucked under. They had found her wandering loose in Walla Walla and took her to the pound. Her person didn’t come for her. Then they did an operation and took part of her away.  Susan found her and took her to a pack of orphan dogs, but she had to stay by herself because she was still sore.  She knew the pack was called “Moon Song” and that it was ok to sing.  She sang her sorrow in mournful howls night after night.

And now here she was stepping into a forest. At first she was tentative, looking around, nose in the air recording the myriad scents—rodents, squirrels, deer, coyote, bear…Then a wildness took her and she wanted to run—leaping and pulling on the leash with a woman named Gwendolyn hanging on. Almost immediately she met a handsome white dog who told her he was a Jindo, National Dog of South Korea, and King of this place.

Then ensued a dialogue. He said: “You can visit but not stay.”  She said: “I am staying. “

He said: “You are not. My house, my person, my bone.” She said: “My home too. Move over.”

He said: “No. my house, my person, my bone.”

It was tooth and nail for awhile. She had to have stitches in her eyebrow. Gwendolyn would throw her in one room and the King in another, and collapse on the couch, praying— I will give it two weeks, she thought, before I make the 8 hour drive to Eastern Washington Husky Rescue. The thing was, they were equals, both dominant, neither submissive.  It has been 4 years now.  Occasionally, they still snap and argue but mostly because they like the spark.  She has found that she is Queen.  As she saunters by the Jindo, you can almost hear her say “I live here!”  And once in a while, she surprises him with a kiss.

 

 
dreya kissing snow

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