A few posts ago, I told you that I had been so distracted while setting up my Spring Equinox altar that ended up bringing Midsummer out an entire season early. I left it like that—and will continue to do so, probably until Beltane. The sight of the Maiden and the Young God sharing space with the Mother and the Wild God makes me grin. Nature has a way of expressing her wants and needs through her own song, and I’ve been wondering if she’s singing: ‘I want to be ripe already, so this year I choose to flower in fruit!’
I like seeing Spring and Summer flourishing side by side ;-)
In “Gifts from the Wicked Faerie Queen,” I said that I would show you pictures of the wonderful Blessing Bell Bracelet and Organza Pentacle Necklace. Here they are:
Doesn’t the bracelet look like a loving dance between the seasons?
And the necklace looks right at home hugging one of my candle sticks.
Things will happen like they must and when they are supposed to. Some of you said that the accident of mixing Spring and Summer might not have been an accident at all, that perhaps Nature is just showing me glimpses of what’s to come. Well, I think you are right. I’ve been paying close attention to the way my body has been behaving lately: my flesh and bones are not enjoying the kind of exercises (running and running) that used to make me blossom during the times when the candles on my birthday cake told stories of fewer springs.
I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Nature is whispering: ‘Witch, your seasons are moving forward. Your heart will always skip and sing in the sweet fields of Spring… But your hips are now undulating at the tune of Summer’s heat… Get ready, for soon your bones will want to shake merrily in Autumn’s colors… And eventually, your soul will slow dance into the wise waiting arms of Winter. When all your springs, and all your summers, and all your autumns greet the beginning of all your winters, you’ll be lovely, eclectic, and complete. You’ll be full of warmth, of life, of stories… If you wish for your soul to be strong enough to tell those tales, then be kind to your flesh and bones. Listen to the melody of their aches and experiences.’
So, my Wicked Luvs, are you thinking what I’m thinking?
SLEEC Photos by Suzanne Cummings
Yep, I hope my bike-to-be has a big basket, because I’m putting tons of books in it ;-)
“Books and Bikes” by Jennifer Allevato
Edited 3 minutes later after publication: Nature has the best sense of humor EVER. So here I am speaking about how I need to keep a schedule, and how things just happen for a reason, and boom! I hit ‘publish’ on a post that was supposed to go live tomorrow morning. Laugh, my Wicked Luvs, life is a hilarious Lady ;-D