My A-Z of Pagan Blog Project posts, from Altar to … erm.. something beginning with Z.
I have had some big revelations in my personal life: that my gender is non-binary, and that I’m autistic. I’ve also had to get another job, and I’ve been working hard. I’ve been working through some grief, too.
I have still been following my faith, but not enough to write about it – not at the moment. I’ve been surrounding myself with light, trees and beauty; filling it with small acts of creation – baking, knitting and drawing, and I like it. Just not enough to write about.
Went on a lovely walk today to the local orchards, filled with apple trees. I think I’d been playing too much Sims, and hadn’t appreciated how full and brimming apple trees are with their fruit. They’re full, green and red and absolutely filling the branches. I’m looking forward to going back in a week or so and seeing if they are ready for picking.
It was just a real delight to see how full and how absolutely fruitful the place was. It made me very happy indeed.
Quiet and reflection is part of my spirituality and faith; it’s part of my practice.
Quiet worship initially drew me towards Quakerism, or the Society of Friends, since I liked the concept of perpetual seeking: seeking knowledge, largely in silence, and each person working out their own truths and wisdom as inspired by the divine. I still enjoy that quiet seeking, though not in uncomfortable (for me!) group situations.
I enjoy solitude: solitary walks, quiet communing with nature (sitting quietly and relishing being outdoors; listening to birds and insects; staying silent. I’m learning to draw times of quiet reflection into busy or noisy environments by quietly practising Ogham, drawing a Wheel of the Year, or simply contemplating.
Quiet, for me, is not about simply learning not to speak. It’s about learning to listen, and to really try to expand my own awareness of my surroundings and of all my surroundings. It’s the predominant way I draw spirituality into my everyday life, since I’m not – yet – one for rituals or group worship. I’m fortunate enough to work in a job where I frequently get to wander the grounds of a medieval castle on my own. I walk, I listen, and I seek the divine in the quiet.
I follow Brigid, who’s one of the Tuatha Dé Danann. While I follow Brigid, I have yet to learn more about the other deities in the pantheon. I’m not even certain if it’s going to be something I’d want to follow-up, as the idea of having male deities is uneasy due to complicated personal power inequalities as a survivor.
The Tuatha Dé Danann had travelled to the “Northern Isles” where they learned many skills and magic in its four cities Falias, Gorias, Murias and Findias. From there they traveled to Ireland bringing with them a treasure from each city – the four legendary treasures of Ireland. From Falias came the Lia Fáil. The other three treasures are the Claíomh Solais or Sword of Victory, the Sleá Bua or Spear of Lugh and the Coire Dagdae or The Dagda’s Cauldron.
(Wikipedia. But this isn’t an academic essay, so it’s all right. Right?)
I’m enjoying the contradictory information so far about the relationships between the deities (is the Dagda married to Danu, or her son, or is he her father, or…?)
Recommendations for useful online links where I can learn about the Tuatha Dé Danann would be smashing.
I have been wearing my Brigid’s cross for several months now, with great enjoyment, and decided it was time to get involved in worshipping Brigid within a wider group. I joined Ord Brighideach International which is a flame-keeping group. It has various cills (groups) of nineteen that each tend a flame, one person a day, for nineteen days; Brigid keeps the flame on the twentieth day. I joined the Trillium Cill, which is named for a splendid-looking perennial:
My first flamekeeping shift is on August 5th. I’m feeling energised and excited!
Ogham is an alphabet divided into four groups. (There is a fifth, but it was added later and I don’t use it.)
- ᚁ – Beith – Birch
- ᚂ – Luis – Rowan
- ᚃ – Fearn – Alder
- ᚄ – Saille – Willow
- ᚅ – Nuinn – Ash
- ᚆ – Huatha – Hawthorn
- ᚇ – Duir – Oak
- ᚈ – Tinne – Holly
- ᚉ – Coll – Hazel
- ᚊ – Quert – Apple
- ᚋ – Muin – Vine
- ᚌ – Gort – Ivy
- ᚍ – Ngetal – Reed
- ᚎ – Straif – Blackthorn
- ᚏ – Ruis – Elder
- ᚐ – Ailim – Fir/Pine
- ᚑ – Ohn – Furze/Gorse
- ᚒ – Ur – Heather
- ᚓ – Eadha – Poplar/Aspen
- ᚔ – Idho – Yew
These are the things I can mostly remember, and the associations I’ve learned through the Memrise course. I’ve also found this great resource which links the individual letters to tree associations, planets, genders and elements. I look forward to learning more about the alphabet as I go.
Night has changed from a terrible, scary, bleak, miserable time to a cool, quiet time of solitary peacefulness. I am no longer (so very) scared of the dark, fearful of monsters that hide in wait. I think it’s part of a pattern, actually: no longer so scared of winter, of darkness, of the monsters.
I’m still fearful of the things that scared me in childhood. I’m still scared of what I was told to be scared of, what the stories warned me about, and so on. However, instead of a giant bleak landscape of unknown terror, it is starting to get edges, familiar shapes and I’m getting more comfortable here.
The moon is bright and beautiful, and the cool air is a welcome relief from the warmth of summer days. I’m starting to accept that I cannot have one without the other.