I Can't Wait To Jump
Ahhhhh, that's better. I thought that I'd never have the focus for either of the rituals I performed tonight, but they both went swimmingly. Or rather, dancingly.
I hope that I always have an opportunity to do a smudge ceremony the night before I move into a place. It's such a perfect transitory statement. All that was before, still is, but its echoes are quieter, for now it's time for me and my lover to live in this place.
My Beltane Rite was . . . different. It was a good choice, the middle of the living room. There's so much space to dance! There'll be less, with all of our bookshelves and such, but it's still a much more open place than our old one. And the hallway is almost wide enough for two people. (Side by side, not top on bottom . . . this narrow little hallway is plenty fine for top on bottom . . .)
Anyway, last year, I had an amazing vision of flight. This year, after my ruminations on the year, I began dancing almost immediately with my shadows, with the air around me, with the flame at the center. As I finished my recollections, I paved the path in front of me. So easy! Move, finish class, get work. Insane (Web) and Kitipe (Invite) will keep me doing creative stuff, even if my enthusiasm for my portfolio continues to be small.
When I finished the song, I was already dancing in quickened delight. I couldn't hold myself back, to focus more. I just couldn't wait to jump!
I leaped, landed, tried to push consciousness away . . . dancing lights, like usual afterburn. A laugh, don't know if it was from inside or out. What else did I need to see? I already knew what I needed to do this year!
So, as past years have pressed upon me themes of metamorphasis, extenuated growth, flight, love, etc . . . this year, I Can't Wait To Jump.
I hope that I always have an opportunity to do a smudge ceremony the night before I move into a place. It's such a perfect transitory statement. All that was before, still is, but its echoes are quieter, for now it's time for me and my lover to live in this place.
My Beltane Rite was . . . different. It was a good choice, the middle of the living room. There's so much space to dance! There'll be less, with all of our bookshelves and such, but it's still a much more open place than our old one. And the hallway is almost wide enough for two people. (Side by side, not top on bottom . . . this narrow little hallway is plenty fine for top on bottom . . .)
Anyway, last year, I had an amazing vision of flight. This year, after my ruminations on the year, I began dancing almost immediately with my shadows, with the air around me, with the flame at the center. As I finished my recollections, I paved the path in front of me. So easy! Move, finish class, get work. Insane (Web) and Kitipe (Invite) will keep me doing creative stuff, even if my enthusiasm for my portfolio continues to be small.
When I finished the song, I was already dancing in quickened delight. I couldn't hold myself back, to focus more. I just couldn't wait to jump!
I leaped, landed, tried to push consciousness away . . . dancing lights, like usual afterburn. A laugh, don't know if it was from inside or out. What else did I need to see? I already knew what I needed to do this year!
So, as past years have pressed upon me themes of metamorphasis, extenuated growth, flight, love, etc . . . this year, I Can't Wait To Jump.