LAMMAS BLESSINGS

BLESSINGS ON THIS HOLY DAY– LAMMAS

from Wanderland Rainforest Sanctuary and Iseum

The Earth Mother is the mysterious power that awakens everything to Life…” (3rd c. Rome)

This mid-summer Holy Day is a celebration of Summer’s fruition, the “first harvest.” At this time, we give gratitude for the Beauty and abundance of Earth. She is the goddess we live with every day. From Her we receive the gift of Life. From Her we understand the magic of Regeneration. In Her we see Beauty, Intelligence, and Design. She is called by many names. Her European names include Urth, Hertha, Eartha, Erda—Earth. She is so present that sometimes we forget and think we don’t need Her, or that She exists simply for us to use.

On this Holy Day take time to walk gently on the Earth–become aware of Her, breathe in Her Beauty and abundance, Breathe out your Gratitude and Love. Practice this awareness throughout the day. May you walk in Beauty.

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LAMMAS BLESSINGS

BLESSINGS ON THIS HOLY DAY– LAMMAS

from Wanderland Rainforest Sanctuary and Iseum

The Earth Mother is the mysterious power that awakens everything to Life…” (3rd c. Rome)

This mid-summer Holy Day is a celebration of Summer’s fruition, the “first harvest.” At this time, we give gratitude for the Beauty and abundance of Earth. She is the goddess we live with every day. From Her we receive the gift of Life. From Her we understand the magic of Regeneration. In Her we see Beauty, Intelligence, and Design. She is called by many names. Her European names include Urth, Hertha, Eartha, Erda—Earth. She is so present that sometimes we forget and think we don’t need Her, or that She exists simply for us to use.

On this Holy Day take time to walk gently on the Earth–become aware of Her, breathe in Her Beauty and abundance, Breathe out your Gratitude and Love. Practice this awareness throughout the day. May you walk in Beauty.

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IF THE FOREST COULD SAY

IF THE FOREST COULD SAY

If the forest could say

what it means to be alive

trees moving in the wind

wind breathing out the fragrance

of cedar hemlock and spruce.

 

If the forest could say

what it means to be alive

the scurrying of animals

and the calling of birds

through branches and leaves.

 

If the forest could say

how the rain and mist filter through

until the forest itself is raining

into mosses and ferns

puddles and creeks.

 

If the forest could say

how sun’s rays touch trees

and the forest floor

transforming green into rainbows

every breath fresh and clean.

 

If you could pause for a moment

to breathe her in

If you could pause for a moment

to hear her song

you would know

the forest is alive.

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FOR THE ONE WHOSE SPIRIT RUNS FREE

FOR THE ONE WHOSE SPIRIT RUNS FREE

I sit in a spot of sun on this Spring day.

I am remembering…

It was dark when the call came.

It is Time,” she said.

My mind said “no.”

It was a five hour drive in the rain

And I didn’t want to go.

 

When I arrived at your bedside,

She was helping you breathe

as if you were birthing not dying

as if you were dying and birthing.

You need to tell him,” she said,

It’s alright to let go;

he is safe.”

 

Just a few days ago

I had helped you walk in the garden.

Look!” I said, “this tree is starting to bloom.”

You felt the blossoms with your hand;

You could not see

this tree you had tended for fifty years

again blooming in the Spring.

 

As you lay in birthing,

Your body small and curled

as if again a babe..

I felt your last breath

as you let go.

Your face relaxed

and lit with a smile.

 

I did the practical things.

I called my brothers who came.

You can’t stay here,” they said.

Follow us to a motel.”

I followed down freeways

around and around on ramps,

Until I was totally lost.

Then I went back

And made the couch my bed.

As I drifted off to sleep,

a golden warmth and love

wrapped around me.

Of course, you can stay here:” you said,

you are safe in your family home.”

 

I am remembering–

I spread flowers on the bank of the river

in the place where you were born,

where you rode logs down the river for fun.

You told me of a vivid dream.

you, who never spoke of dreams.

You ran free in the forest.

You were hunting

the forest beautiful around you.

your spirit eager and alive.

 

As I sit here in a spot of sun.

I see you running

you are running free

as you move without effort

into the Wild.

Still hunting.

gwendolyn

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BELTANE BLESSINGS

THE SPIRITS OF THE FOREST WISH YOU A JOYOUS BELTANE

At Beltane we celebrate the joys of being alive! I fantasize flowers, May baskets, garlands, dancing in the sun! It is mid-Spring, after all. In this coastal rainforest, however, it is still chill and the rains keep coming. The garden is a bog—skunk cabbage pushes up in the beds. Yet, in a moment of sun, the forest glows with psychedelic green—oxalis, trillium, and fern return like old friends. Suddenly it seems that everything is radiant with new leaves.

In the old cultures, people believed that when we give each other love and pleasure, the whole Earth is pleased. Flowers bloom brighter; birds sing more joyously, and the body of Earth is fertile, for Earth is a living being and all her creatures are part of her body. The veil between worlds is thin on Beltane; Nature Spirits come close, waiting for the moment when we are able to see.

What does the power of Love bring alive in you? What growth does it engender?

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