-Was this your first celebration of a High Day?
-If you have attended other Pagan celebrations, how was this similar?
-How was this different?
-What will celebrating the High Days add to your growth in body, mind, emotion and spirit?"
As the seidbearer of my kinsmen, I keep our calendar and write our rites. Aside from those I share for the benefit of my true friends, I engage many private moments, sacred rites both on high tides and low, and at times noteworthy to myself.
The first days of Yule was in a Yurt at Yargo. There, the winds howled a constant 17mph with gusts up to 20. Eighty foot trees bent to touch earth, waves crashed against shore, as clouds rushed overhead in fury, and I - laden with winter's cold - walked the darkened paths with staff in hand.
As so many times before, as I strove along the woodland path into the eponymous wind, my steps took up the cadence and my voice whispered:
I have and will know thee, Unknown One.
You who plumbs the depths of my soul,
And blows like this storm to unroot that
Which has no root.
I have and will know thee, Chaser of Clouds.
You who sweeps the skies and my being.
We are first-fruits you and I,
That inner eye that stairs back at me.
I have and will know thee, Lover of Solitude.
You who is the burning ember of my heart,
You who none who look for shall find,
Ungraspable yet my kinsman.
Such moments I do not share with others for this is an intimate relationship.
Arriving at a place as invited without foreknowledge, I stepped to where waves drove against stone and wind cut my cold ridden body bitterly. Yet, shelter was far from mind as I struggled with cold fingers to draw the runes that already begged to be released.
Freeing them, they tumbled to earth and pulled the wind and water, gray chill and bitter cold to them, so that all became still. In silence I looked upon them as orange-red flame colored their edges, their warmth rising to my being as a bird's soft trill filled the now calm.
Leaf of Great Tree
Trial by Fire
Pleasure of Will
Visions filled mind with each; meaning from decades of experience and contemplative knowing - the fierce stillness and meditative madness - as currents gathered, undulating, entwining, jostling about as, watching, their meaning wove before where I stood.
No words can convey the ineffable; and its impact, ever an undercurrent, becomes constant companion.
Then the eye's calm was burst. Harsh winds exploded into what was once warm stillness. Bird's claws locked about branch as trees bent low about me. Retrieving the runes from water's lap, their edges still warm, I returned them to their pouch and felt again body's frailty. Walking the way I came, another song came to me:
And the trees awoke and knew him,
The wild things gather to him,
As he sang amongst the broken glen,
His music manifold ..