My heart has been aching for someone I’ve never met. Weird, isn’t it? Or maybe it is just a witchy thing… we feel a lot. I’ve been hurting for three different people, actually; a teenager whom I’ve heard of only from her mother, a person whose eyes I’ve never had in front of mine, and someone I know well and have loved for a very long time. The trio, although in different ways, is being affected by the same affliction: human cruelty.
Some might be thinking, “Everybody suffers from the cruelty of another at least once.” But trust me, my Wicked Luvs, there are those who agonize more than most people can even imagine. The misery doesn’t come from weakness, but from the fact that their hearts refuse to accept that our world breeds filth incapable of caring for anything else but itself; human nastiness so foul that it thrives on making others feel like they are not good enough.
I can’t give you details of their stories, for their lives are not mine to share. I’m writing this because I know they read my words or have someone who reads Pagan Culture and will forward my message.
To the reader or the heart and mouth that will relate the words, I want to say that you’ve been present in my soul. I’ve thought of you every day for a while. I wish that each of you can look within and see just how wonderful you are… just the way you are. The ones with the problem are the ones who hurt you for no reason. I want to advise you not to see yourself through the eyes of another, but at the same time I wish you could see yourself how I see you. How the ones who truly love you see you.
Yesterday, I went to the woods to bury my First Harvest offering. I had been listening to Cyndi Thompson’s “If You Could Only See What I See,” and the song reminded me that I wanted to wish for something with all my heart. I wished, I wished, I wished… that if you can’t see your true self with your own eyes yet, that at least you look into the eyes that love you, into the words of people who appreciate you, and see what they see in you. Here are some of the lyrics from the song, so you can understand why it made me think of you:
You come home uncompleted
Down and defeated
Feeling all alone
You think your dreams are passing by you
And deep down inside you
You’re running out of hope
If you could only see what I see
Wish I could make you believe
In all that you are you don’t have to be
Everything to everyone
Everybody’s number one
If you could only see what I see
Love Apple on a Bed of Citronella – As I fed my offering to the soil that gave it, I wished you protection, cleansing and self-love. I buried the first tomato—or love apple—my plant has ever produced, for the fruit has been used for protection and love; citronella cleanses the aura, brings strength, it protects, and it is said to stimulate the communication abilities of the Silver Tongue. I pray the dual protection reaches you and that the sweet, lingering scent of citronella adds clarity to my words; see yourself as love sees you.
Sunfire over at Pagan Blog Prompts asked about the meaning/purpose of offerings. I will probably address the topic later, in a much longer post, for it is a complex subject. However, I wanted to share some of my whys here. I give precious things—herbs, fruits, my words, my hair, my blood…—to say thanks to the land and the energy from wish all things are made. And as a self-reminder that I have plenty, that some do not, and that if I share we can all have some.