In Absentia
Giving up the Ghost
In the most tender moments, I can remember only what it is to breathe.
You see, my dear sweet 4-legged companion of 9 years, suddenly left this world in a distinct traumatic freak accident 3 weeks ago. So, I have been in many ways, out of body, and out of breath with her. And it has compounded this month by being the year anniversary of my mother’s death, my foot still recovering from being broken and what feels like a Saturn Return party on my soul.
I say this to apologize for missing the most recent Scorpio New Moon ritual. We’ll be back in full swing in December.
And I will be ever so brief here as there is so much more about these beautiful gatherings with a collective of truly amazing ritualists who gather to tend to the heart and soul on the website. We’d love for you to join us.
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As a gift of infinite gratitude, I’ve included a $70 reduction on the much-anticipated course being offered in the New Year, Ancestors Returned. Many of you have been eagerly awaiting, and I am happy to open enrollment
Opening Ritual January 7th, 2024
I’ve taken to wearing a brown ribbon around my arm as a signifier to those who come towards me, to go gently, I am in deepening appreciation for everyone whom I am fortunate to greet as a friend, stranger, or foe. Those last ones do us a great service of teaching us, in the biggest moments of grace.
Brown, why brown? For me, it reminds me of returning to the Earth, being resourced by her, coming from her, returning to her, for she is the one thing who had stood in the face of all things in time, and surely she has seen some things, will continue to see things, and holds it all. Where but for, shall I be with her, always.
What Soothes My Ears: The Gloaming: Fáinleog
My Eyes:
My Heart:
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets into you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue,
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
Beannacht / Blessing ~John O’Donohue
In gratitude for all of you and your people,
Shannon
If you’d like to send Shannon a gift to help her along in her moments of space for her continued grieving process and other ways she has been hit hard since August you can send a love offering here which is deeply appreciated.