we started with owl

hearth

(part 1 of a weekend of spirit..because I’m wordy)

Our weekend past equinox started with owl and ended with owl. Lola commented later that it seemed as though we were on the right track.. after all, our journey together had begun with owl as well. We started our visit at the Carolina Raptor Center. As we walked among the wooded setting, quiet except for our murmuring and the occasional chatter of the birds, I felt very at peace. We pretty much had the place to ourselves as dusk set in. It seemed a perfect opening for the weekend ahead.

That evening I met a joyous witch named Gabi, who was the source from which flowed the most beautiful house of spiritual bits that I have been lucky enough to set foot in – Laughingbrook Spellcrafting and Ancestral Arts. Everywhere to be found were objects of pagan artistry.. of someone’s creative soul and hard work. Their site states, ‘Pagan-made ritual tools and supplies carry a more profound love and beauty’.. yes, and the store sang with it.

I was struck with that familiar feeling of place when I first approached the hearth area.. the image of crone singing to me in lulling tones of Baba. Tables of somethings shiny, wardrobes of books and bobbles, and the hum of the many tarot decks urged me forward. I came upon what I could only describe as “the wall of bones” to my friends later. They were tucked away with other speaking things in this gorgeously twisty piece of wood that covered a good portion of the wall. I gazed at them lovingly.. you know how I feel about dem bones.

I wound my way even further into another room which housed a beautiful altar. I was told one could leave things there to retrieve at a later date. It whispered to me but I restrained myself from touching anything on it out of respect, it was an idea that I loved.. and still there was yet another room calling to be explored. There I found many jars of lovelies.. a snake in particular caught my heart and I may have to go back for him. I feel sure he is curled up waiting still for my revisit. And speaking of heart, remember my earlier mention of that joyous soul? She said to me later, with sincerity wrapped around every word that I had a home there now. I feel like our world needs more souls such as hers, and yes.. even though I live quite a bit away, it did feel like home.

 

 

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