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Blessingham
Tuesday July 1, 2008
Call in the Fire Spirits and the thermometer will rise. Dance on Mother Earth and the earthworms will look skyward. Gather the sisters and they will know each other in love.
Women of all ages and nations arrived in Blessingham on Saturday to celebrate, empower and honor Women of the Fourteenth Moon.*
The ceremony was created in California in 1987 by three women: a Cherokee, a Celt and a Jew, who wanted to do something to heal the great fear of aging among women today. Four years ago the ceremony came to the Northwest.
I arrived knowing no one and left loving everyone. Blessings to all women of all ages and beliefs everywhere.
*A Woman of the Fourteenth Moon is a woman who has gone 13 full moons (one year) without menstruating and is at least 50 years old. She is an elder, a crone, who has entered a time of power and balance in her life. She is a treasure of history and wisdom that we celebrate.
[EMOTICON:LOVE1]]
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Sunday June 22, 2008
 I think of Ruth and automatically smile. The twinkle in her eye, the radiant love that cloaked her will always be remembered. Standing room only at the church. I squeezed in next to my friends, grateful for a seat at what would be the most laughter filled memorial service I've ever attended. It would be the way she would want it. I am grateful that our paths crossed and those moments are sealed in fond memory. It is with sadness that I acknowledge her place in this community and with her partner Marian. Same day in Blessingham, another gathering of spiritual beings to celebrate another momentous occasion. Create weather when you plan an outdoor wedding--and that is what happened because the forecast said rain but sweet clouds parted and sunshine glimmered on the Soulstice Wedding! Friends and relatives gathered from near and far, enjoying live music and the beauty of the bay. All blessings to Eric and Rebecca as they walk this path.
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Friday June 20, 2008
Bare feet, hiking boots, sandals
And Z-Coils...
Toddlers stumble, children run,
Elders step, steadfast, some with cane,
Ravens announce the event
Bikers cruise by, kids play on swings
But there, in the Labyrinth,
A whole-iness rises
With the smudge, skyward
Families walk together and separate
A man in a rainbow hat skips, dances
A crone in a rainbow hat nods to him
Women meditate in the center circle
Five harpists fill the air with magic notes
Forward, back, in and out
Like life,
Seeming to go nowhere
Always being guided somewhere
To the Center
Feet to Mother Earth, Head to Father Sky
Surrounded by trees
Uniting us all
Chi expands with
The breath of the moment.
C.J.
2008
For the 3rd time I celebrate Solstice at Fairhaven Park labyrinth.
For more information regarding the building of a permanent labyrinth:
www.projectlabyrinth.net
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Monday June 2, 2008
 
What does a media junkie do when Super Tuesday in February didn't solve a bloody thing? Yup. It came to me--only after a retreat--that I must slink away from the TV, turn off the radio, avoid the internet, cancel the newspaper.I spend more time in the garden, have finished more books, tried new recipes, caught up on my sleep and practiced Tai Chi more.
Tomorrow, the new moon, invites me back to my novel. I haven't done much blogging but maybe that will be a warm up as I go for the final draft. Really, final, please, final, yes, final re-write.
So, have a lovely day, everyone, and I'll wear my rain hat or shades and stick to my computer when I'm not planting. Blessings, All.
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Sunday May 11, 2008
 A biting wind swept off the water, lashed at our faces, urged me to buy gloves. Karen and I headed north toward Vancouver, taking the Twwassen exit early Wednesday morning. I'd dressed with many layers but somehow neglected gloves. We arrived moments before 9:00 AM, missing the 9 o'clock ferry. I had two hours to sip hot chai and search for a pair of gloves, hidden away as summer nears and sold at discount. I was so grateful.
The ferry ride to Sidney was peaceful, relaxing and yet I was filled with anticipation of our visit to Buchart Gardens. We were walk-on passengers so I know the routine--catch a bus and see lots of side streets before we get there.
Springtime at the gardens is a breathtaking treat. Tulips of every color were combined with forget-me-nots of perfect contrast. The gray skies gave way to sunshine. May, a perfect month, for only a handful of people wandered the lush paths. My last visit was in summertime. Lines of people inched through the rose garden. If you want to see roses, you'll put up with the people. If you want to see pruning, you'll go early and see the new leaves reaching out.
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