tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27073016547622918782011-04-21T15:43:47.436-07:00Roots Rocks and Starshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15984689015196796164noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707301654762291878.post-80013031678375603262008-12-23T13:22:00.000-08:002008-12-23T13:26:53.735-08:00The dark times are half over. The worst of it past. Healing and celebration have been the path for weeks now. At the riverside, in smoky rooms, and under ancient spruce trees, in the company of horses, phoebes, deer and many more unseen nature spirits the work has been wrought beautifully.<br /><br />How much joy can grow in the days of light to come? How many good things have we pressed into the cold but eager earth?<br /><br />Only time, the spinning earth about the sun, can tell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707301654762291878-8001303167837560326?l=meristematic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roots Rocks and Starshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15984689015196796164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707301654762291878.post-88756929247934988032008-12-07T00:07:00.000-08:002008-12-07T00:12:37.649-08:00Seek the moment when life is song sung to heaven...<div><br /></div><div>Today riding in a u-haul through the foothills in Medford all lives seemed to converge. A beautiful line of fog silver between the gold hills behind me and the deep blue hills beyond.</div><div><br /></div><div>Prayers of thanks</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707301654762291878-8875692924793498803?l=meristematic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roots Rocks and Starshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15984689015196796164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707301654762291878.post-46085934674993228702008-11-29T19:34:00.000-08:002008-11-29T19:39:52.069-08:00Occasionally there is a person so committed to ridding them self of something that they are willing to feel the fire. These folk make rituals all the better. Today was a good day. Humor, power and love all gathered in a cul-de-sac and making offerings to the gods.<div><br /></div><div>Keep those in your prayers who are willing to hurt in hopes of reaching something greater. </div><div><br /></div><div>Keep those in your prayers who bring laughter even to the most somber situations.</div><div><br /></div><div>Keep those in your prayers who are filled with loved for each other.</div><div><br /></div><div>Give thanks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace. Peace. Peace.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707301654762291878-4608593467499322870?l=meristematic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roots Rocks and Starshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15984689015196796164noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707301654762291878.post-39475212618554753562008-11-28T12:47:00.000-08:002008-11-28T12:53:29.293-08:00Although the weather here in Oregon is nothing like the weather of New England, I know that it is getting wintery. In the mountains there are deep curtains of fog which from the valleys obscure the skyline. Winter mysteries are upon us. Time for purifying and repairing so that we can meet the bliss of spring.<div><br /></div><div>For our little grove it is this way. We are working with the old ones, thinking of them, thanking them as we try to make ready for the changes that will come in the new year. For us it is still Samhain, still the time of the ancestors, still the time of growing dark. </div><div><br /></div><div>The meditation lately is of a rainbow light going out and coming within like an infinity symbol. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707301654762291878-3947521261855475356?l=meristematic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roots Rocks and Starshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15984689015196796164noreply@blogger.com0