Mischief Night
Thursday was beautiful and warm. i was still very bummed abu=out the continued dysfunctional state of the dishwasher. i had a million things to do but i had 2 goals fr the day: all the groceries (the list was long) and Starhouse for samhain. luckily my friend Karen invited cherise over for the whole day so i was freed up. i got in the groceries and i did some dihes and i managed to get on the road for Boulder, rather late.
Kickoff was at 7pm and i was late because of this and that, and also cherise's new spate of separation anxiety which causes her to throw herself in front of me every time i leave the house. ugh. so i was pissed but i hit the road. i asked the car and Guidance to get me to the rite, but i had little hope i'd make it.
the chat in my head went like this:
Guidance:it'll be fine
me; i guess Pagan standard time and all
G: it's fine
me: (checking clock) maybe they'll cut me in, they never turn away late people
G; would you stop?
me: hmmm maybe i'll just get dinner in boulder
G: (bored) whatevs
And i am pulling into the parking area at 7:30, and i rush to the temple, to discover that the officiants were quite late in setting the space and everyone had to wait outside til just a few minutes before.
my moms was with me when i got ut of the car and she walked with me to the temple.
i had juts enouhg cash to cover the entrance. the work was beautiful and simple, we did nt have 20 minutes of quarter calls which yea, hooray for that. we each whispered our invitees in. there was a sacred geometry piece where we created a cube around this sacred Couch on the floor. we each took turns going into the center and spending a few minutes in deep contemplation, before oign the walking circuit around the sqaure. when i lay down i got lots of images, lots of touch and gifts and love from an ancestress. big treasures.
when i was leaving, i said good bye to J the priest, he's an old hippie guy, very knowledable in alchemy and a real sacreds craftsman. he said, wow, you had some characters around you. i was all, oh yeah--SPILL!! he said, when you went in the middle all this love just poured in after you, just followed you in.
wow.
it was awesome to be in the starhouse, and at nihgt. during the day it's so clear and full of light, so starlike, at night its warm and cosy and solar. i had made a decision to come to tarhouse more often after RJ stewart a few weeks, and i was making good on that. the walk back to the car was cool and beuatiful and still. it felt like samhain was well and trule kicked off, and i had really had meaningful contact with my peeps. not as muchas i'd like, but i felt them, i smelled my gradfather (i had to work to bring that sense memory back).
on the drive home, on that twisty mountain road, i found myself stopped in a traffic jam, so unusual, as someone was hauling off a rusted out schoolbus. i was lsitening to a great dead tape. i took a secnd to offer up thanks for the evening's work to the Ancestors and the land spirits. then i saw the license plate in front of me:
GR8FL
yes i am! i got home, had a snack and read email, staying uptil about midnight, just to see the October 31 pop up on my compuetr, and i went to bd, knowing i would not have migraines the next day ( and i did not).
Kickoff was at 7pm and i was late because of this and that, and also cherise's new spate of separation anxiety which causes her to throw herself in front of me every time i leave the house. ugh. so i was pissed but i hit the road. i asked the car and Guidance to get me to the rite, but i had little hope i'd make it.
the chat in my head went like this:
Guidance:it'll be fine
me; i guess Pagan standard time and all
G: it's fine
me: (checking clock) maybe they'll cut me in, they never turn away late people
G; would you stop?
me: hmmm maybe i'll just get dinner in boulder
G: (bored) whatevs
And i am pulling into the parking area at 7:30, and i rush to the temple, to discover that the officiants were quite late in setting the space and everyone had to wait outside til just a few minutes before.
my moms was with me when i got ut of the car and she walked with me to the temple.
i had juts enouhg cash to cover the entrance. the work was beautiful and simple, we did nt have 20 minutes of quarter calls which yea, hooray for that. we each whispered our invitees in. there was a sacred geometry piece where we created a cube around this sacred Couch on the floor. we each took turns going into the center and spending a few minutes in deep contemplation, before oign the walking circuit around the sqaure. when i lay down i got lots of images, lots of touch and gifts and love from an ancestress. big treasures.
when i was leaving, i said good bye to J the priest, he's an old hippie guy, very knowledable in alchemy and a real sacreds craftsman. he said, wow, you had some characters around you. i was all, oh yeah--SPILL!! he said, when you went in the middle all this love just poured in after you, just followed you in.
wow.
it was awesome to be in the starhouse, and at nihgt. during the day it's so clear and full of light, so starlike, at night its warm and cosy and solar. i had made a decision to come to tarhouse more often after RJ stewart a few weeks, and i was making good on that. the walk back to the car was cool and beuatiful and still. it felt like samhain was well and trule kicked off, and i had really had meaningful contact with my peeps. not as muchas i'd like, but i felt them, i smelled my gradfather (i had to work to bring that sense memory back).
on the drive home, on that twisty mountain road, i found myself stopped in a traffic jam, so unusual, as someone was hauling off a rusted out schoolbus. i was lsitening to a great dead tape. i took a secnd to offer up thanks for the evening's work to the Ancestors and the land spirits. then i saw the license plate in front of me:
GR8FL
yes i am! i got home, had a snack and read email, staying uptil about midnight, just to see the October 31 pop up on my compuetr, and i went to bd, knowing i would not have migraines the next day ( and i did not).