Lughnasadh was celebrated today in Gribbit Grove. For the first time in many months, someone besides me and Sammy the cat were there. That was both a blessing and an ego curse.
Normally when others are around, I get myself WAY too wrapped up in the presentation to remember why we are doing things in the first place. My need to scrub the base boards can get in the way of my ability to focus on the ritual itself. Today was different. The house and the grove made it all the way to passable. The ritual was not memorized, but it included my guests in meaningful ways. All and all I prefered it to the angst that I normally go through.
The Druid rituals out of the Druidry Hanbook are simple and elegant. The opening and closing are right to the point. You open, do what you are going to do and then return the energy to the Earth in closing. It is very different than anything I have done in CM. This is a recognition of a place on the wheel and a giving and receiving of thanks for blessings. It is not the creative forces being shaped. It is recognizing their existance and grounding back into where we came from.
Sometimes in CM we get so excited over the aspiration for the Divine that we forget that it is all around us. There is no need to shuffle off this mortal coil to touch the face of Divinity. I have a garden and do so every day.
" Who makes the garden grow?" "The answer to that I know."
I have spoken with angels, demons and many things in between. They are no less real to me than my rose bushes. They are however just as functional.
Qabbalists are fond of saying that Kether is in Malkuth and Malkuth is in Kether but in a different fashion. That point is never more obvious than today standing in the grove. All of the pieces of Divinity are there, if we just chose to remove our blinders to the obvious and look. For some it requires an almost surgical procedure.