(part 2 of a weekend of spirit)
Air, fire, water, earth, spirit.. what do these mean to us? We all had a voice and in turn called to what that element represented. Wendy sang in soulful song intermittently as she guided us on each separate journey. We discussed their presence, what they were bringing, and ideas on how to balance them within our lives. Surprisingly, air was very prominent in the meditation for me, as of course was water. I walked with Bear on both.
I took the forms of many birds as I left the meadow, the air rushing through my feathers.. falcon, sparrow, crow, raven, pigeon, and then finally owl. I soared through fairie mounds to take her form settling in a forest tree further away to overlook Bear.. her strong presence felt even from my distance as she wandered below near the river’s edge. Soon I was off again, shifting through the many forms to settle as crow on the old woman’s shoulder.. who whispered to me words I could not hear before I headed back to the meadow to become owl once more. I was quickly sucked back to my form and then to my body in the now. Air for me was swift and changing.. the cleansing rush of forceful movement.
Hawk’s feather and red cord binding; and the things left unspoken.. this was fire. It was the ecstatic sway of responsibilities calling in battle with heart’s passion, and the laughter of those surrounding me. I bound it tight within my chest but could not find the release needed.. maybe it was just not time. Then water came and I let spirit move me from my body.
I approached the ocean with Bear at my side.. waves crashing and the smell of salted air. As I waded out, Bear became one with the waves and carried me out to the lulling of calmer seas. Her strength and comfort enveloped me as my body dissipated. A mermaid swam through, swishing her tail through the water that once was my solidity. I became part of that great body and traveled far.. becoming river and then rain. I ran in great rivulets down an ancient tree before making my way onward through the land. I saw Hare out in that wildwood before I made my way back to the ocean. There I flowed back into physical form. Bear, once again in the waves, carried me to the shore where the feeling of the warm sand beneath my feet brought me back to myself. Wendy spoke of allowing ourselves to become one with our emotions, to hold space with them.. I realized that work was needed there.
Earth was the pounding of my heart and my feet connected to the ground. I stayed very much in my body with earth. I felt every breath as earth held me solid and brought me a sense of home.. breath and bone and connection. It was sustenance and the friends who are my family, the spirits of the land and those witches who walked the path before; and the call of my ancestors over time that was liminal. Spirit expanded that connection out and reminded me of all that I had in the now.
The next day brought pagan pride and a real sense of that community. From the many altars set to the varied paths welcomed.. it was a humbling experience. That afternoon we saw Wendy in concert. Hearing her sing is beyond any words I can give but to me she will always be that beautiful soul guiding my journey into places needing to be seen.
That evening in ceremony we broke bread with everyone calling to their own path.. my heart sung at the diversity that was represented there. We made our way down to the water’s edge, chanting the elements and sharing this feeling of one. A prayer was said for the healing that was needed.. not just in the area but as a whole. I couldn’t help thinking that maybe our feeling of togetherness would grow across this great nation, if we did the work needed. It ended with the release of a rehabilitated owl.. full circle for Lola and I. I hope our prayer was carried off on its great wings.