Weekend

I just spent a weekend from which I don't want to recover from. I wanted to stay with my family. Family is not always a blood relation, sometimes connections of the spirit will speak as strong if not stronger than blood.
I met a woman crowned with wheat colored hair of varden, a smile warm and inviting, eyes that sparkle like diamonds. She came to our house, invited us to hers. We accepted. She took of mother earth the sweetest of grapes and vines and made wine that warmed the insides, eased pain, not numbing just easing. She shared with us we took it in and gave what we could. Conversation was sweet, deep, meaningful. We talked guides, earth, magic, spirit, childhood, God and Goddesses, life and love.
In her home we only continued the process. I witnessed many things by the lake, felt unseen forces walking amongst the heavily wooded floors and walls. I felt the presence of majestic animals like Elk, bears, hawks, and even Bob cats. I saw wooden ritual tools being made, feathers adding their grace and power, I felt a sage like neutralizing energy. Peaceful!
I saw a spirit of a woman soft mousy brown hair, thick and luxurious arms of feathered golden and tan plumage. A scale in her hands with two books being weighted evenly, she wore a head band that was loose and acted as a semi blind fold the way it fell around her eyes. This spirit showed herself to me warm and yet indifferent. She embraced and surrounded our hostess of the weekend.
Falconer, she was, holding an ancient power on her very arm. A wonder of nature a very beautiful, regal bird of prey who knows only the element of air which it readily accepts in its flight to freedom. Power in its eyes and talons, majesty. Lord of the sky, of the hunt.
Blue eyed Ying and Yang, loving and accepting. One eyed Sassy Pearl paired with a bluish gray Sable feline of extravagant beauty.
We journeyed together Dionysus in one hands, surprise and good intent in the other. Imbolc called we answered, mother surprised by our sudden and unexpected appearance. Embraces, kisses, faces flushed with wine and spirits and most of all adoration.
Mother was present she was receiving us with open arms and heart. A song ready on her lips, her brilliant mind forming and producing words in the most intricate fashions before her mouth can utter them. Father feeling well, in great spirit the green pungent on his person, the warmth emanating off of him enough to realize God, the Father is connected to the Sun. Radiant, warm, protective.
The women present all in tune and in alignment with the highest mother of them all, the woman who sits round and bright in the darkness, The Moon.
Brigid is called, she is worshipped and sung too. Rhianna a walking and sometimes sleeping Goddess shares libations explains the beauty of ancient ceremonies of ages past. We close our eyes each with a firm vision and or feeling as we thing of what we can repair and or do to further make our way and life more productive. A woman with wild hair the color of the setting sun, bright and aflame. She winks at me she blows me kisses she is naked accept what looks like a burlap sack strategically places to just cover up a beautiful and voluptuous body. Several braided straps of some foreign material tied around her in a big bow. She is in a field of wheat and she tells me she is the harvest, she is the gain one gets from the earth. The product of hard work put into the land and received. Fruition! Compensation!
I know now why we three are there, why our Mother is there. We have been working and waiting, Brigid ready to bring us what we worked so hard for. We worked hard to find community, family, art, confidence, wealth.... its just outside of our reach. We have been brought to the gates of fruition, its for us to harvest at this point... we grab our tools: pens, microphones, faith, voices.