Persephone & Demeter Ritual 2009
Fate
My course has been decided;
it is out of my hands.
The Fates hold all the threads
and weave patterns only they comprehend.
My choices are meager ones -
either accept the mantle laid upon me, or
resent its weight and grow bitter.
I will not rail against destiny,
though I judge myself neither fit nor ready.
I only want time
to accustom myself to this new role,
to stretch myself into it.
I took the seed and cannot complain
now that it has sprouted and taken root.
Maya Spector
And here's the recipe for Pomegranate Soup:
2 large onions, chopped
2 T. olive oil
1/2 c. yellow split peas, rinsed twice
6 c. water
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. pepper
1 tsp. turmeric
2 c. chopped parsley
2 c. chopped cilantro
1/4 c. chopped mint
1 c. chopped scallions
3/4 c. rice, rinsed twice
2 c. pomegranate juice
1 T. sugar
(Can also add 1 lb. ground lamb, which i left out)
Saute onions in oil in stock pot. Add peas, rice, water and spices, bring to a boil and simmer for 30 minutes. Add herbs and simmer for 15 minutes. If using lamb, roll into meatballs and add with remaining ingredients nd simmer for 45 minutes.
If you want to work some more with the three strange angels, here's the D.H. Lawrence poem (with all the lines, some of which I cut):
Song of a Man Who Has Come Through
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
5 If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
10 The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
What is the knocking?
15 What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them.
My course has been decided;
it is out of my hands.
The Fates hold all the threads
and weave patterns only they comprehend.
My choices are meager ones -
either accept the mantle laid upon me, or
resent its weight and grow bitter.
I will not rail against destiny,
though I judge myself neither fit nor ready.
I only want time
to accustom myself to this new role,
to stretch myself into it.
I took the seed and cannot complain
now that it has sprouted and taken root.
Maya Spector
And here's the recipe for Pomegranate Soup:
2 large onions, chopped
2 T. olive oil
1/2 c. yellow split peas, rinsed twice
6 c. water
1 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. pepper
1 tsp. turmeric
2 c. chopped parsley
2 c. chopped cilantro
1/4 c. chopped mint
1 c. chopped scallions
3/4 c. rice, rinsed twice
2 c. pomegranate juice
1 T. sugar
(Can also add 1 lb. ground lamb, which i left out)
Saute onions in oil in stock pot. Add peas, rice, water and spices, bring to a boil and simmer for 30 minutes. Add herbs and simmer for 15 minutes. If using lamb, roll into meatballs and add with remaining ingredients nd simmer for 45 minutes.
If you want to work some more with the three strange angels, here's the D.H. Lawrence poem (with all the lines, some of which I cut):
Song of a Man Who Has Come Through
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
5 If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
10 The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
What is the knocking?
15 What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them.