The Second Year - Summer
Beltane - Lammas 2004
Life continues to change. The old house is finally sold. I cut my last ties with psychotherapy. The roots and branches of my new life continue to grow and flourish...
The Raven
Aphrodite Defends Her Magic
Sea of Tears
Myth
Soaring
The Raven
I read Tarot for friends. It can be frustrating sometimes when a friend comes several times and gets virtually the same reading each time and yet she still does nothing about it. Recently I bought The Druid Animal Oracle by Philip and Stephanie Carr-Gomm and I draw a card each day to give me a theme for the day. The Raven, Bran, offers initiation, protection and the gift of prophecy...
I drew the Raven this morning.
What would you have me do? I drew the Raven this morning. I can tell you from the depths of your soul I drew the Raven this morning. © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 16/5/2004 |
Aphrodite Defends Her Magic
A reply to a friend's poem that can stand on its own two feet, or is it eight?
How would you have me change my spell? © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 19/5/2004 |
Sea of Tears
In the Living Druidry course I am in Water - oh, how much in Water...
If I bring death, life I shall not restore; if I give pain, I cannot bring relief. Is there no way I can amend; bring back the balance of the web or is that balance given by the act; is my pain in giving pain the steadying of the wheel? Uncertainty is all I have, I cannot know; and is the pain I give, all unintending, the fate that I must bear; the blood sacrifice without spilling the vintage of my heart? I have no way of knowing, I can only hope, for hope is the sole compass that I have to stay me from the despair of Scylla’s whimpering call and the pull of Charybdis’ swirling pool; the lodestone that leads my ship, its tiller in my unsteady hand and, as I cross this sea of tears, all that sustains me, knowing that some time those tears will dry and sun no longer harshly burn but in comfort warm and bring the knowledge that cool darkness soon will come, more welcoming than the dawn the shrouding night foretells… © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 18/6/2004 |
Myth
I saw this as a vision one morning as I woke; make of it what you will...
I feel the burning; © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 2/7/2004 |
Soaring
I started learning to glide in May. It started back in March when, in the Living Druidry course I was on, I was asked to experience the element of Air. So I thought going up in a Glider would be a great way to do it and, through a friend, arranged a couple of trial flights. They were great and three months temporary club membership came in the cost. So I thought I'd have another go before it ran out and one thing led to another. Anyway, so now I'm a full member of the club and learning, slowly, to be a glider pilot. Two days before this poem was written I had, with the help of my long-suffering instructor, the longest and highest flight I'd experienced, 1 hour 31 mins up to 4,350 feet. What follows is what came out of that flight...
It gets cold up here © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 30/7/2004 |