“Retire to a suitable place (ideally) in the twilight or night when the moon is high, such as the roots of a great faerie tree, an ancient well, the side of the hidden spring, or an isolated graveyard or ancient burial mound..” — Robin Artisson
When the veil is thin and it is a time for the fae.. and the burning away of things.. this is when I share the red meal. It is both an offering and a way to bond with other. My ritual was adopted from Artisson’s ritual in The Resurrection of the Meadow.. but much simplified. If I cannot seek a natural place, I perform it at the hearth.
A hex is drawn out using water from a natural body..
North to South – for the seen and the unseen, the ghost road from beyond the hedge..
Northwest to Southeast – for the spirits
Northeast to Southwest – for the good folk
Set the incense to smoke. A triangle is made around the invisible hex in white or yellow flour, powdered egg shells, hawthorn branches, beach sand.. whatever works for the place and the occasion.
Red, for our blood filled life – I pour the offering of wine..
White, for our timeless force – white candles are lit at the triangle’s base..
And Nelia, my stang, to bridge the three.. earth, sea, and sky – I push her into the ground at the top of the triangle. If I can’t use Nelia, I draw what I’ve come to think of as the sigil of the faery tree in her place. .
An offering of food and flowers is made. If there are petitions written, things to be released.. these are set to fire in the candles and the ashes buried.