I have recently found myself returning to an evening meditation as I prepare for sleep, in which I travel a wooded path to a sacred grove. I’ve described this before, but for some time I had fallen off the practice. I’m not terribly good at quieting my mind – I would do well to make it a regular practice, and perhaps now that I can rely on my schedule being at least moderately the same I can begin that. I’m not good at dealing with widely varying schedules, I have learned, so fitting something I want to become a regular practice into a schedule that is never the same week-to-week has been exceedingly difficult.
To get back to the point, I’ve recently found myself imagining that grove before I go to sleep. Often enough, I find myself imagining it when I wake as well. I would like to think that I can use that place of peace to center myself whenever I get stressed or anxious, such as I expect to happen at work over the coming weeks. The promotion I received puts me in competition with the other trainer, and she is not taking it well. While for me, it’s not about getting all the classes for myself but in getting enough classes for the week for the store, for her, I’m a threat to her paycheck and that’s aggravating. I can use the grove meditation to help me find a centered place whenever dealing with her gets to be too much.
I am also going to once more renew my focus on my OBOD lessons. Again, it’s hard for me to focus on something when my own schedule varies so much. Now that I can take several hours a couple of days a week and give the lessons my full attention, I believe I will do better with them. I need to send them money so I can get my last few sets of cd’s as well. I’ll do that with my next check, probably. Then I’ll start saving some money so I can get the printed copies as well. I regret choosing the cd version over the printed one. I would have done better if I could just sit with the paper copies in my lap, reading and rereading.
I am also looking into another course, taught by a fellow knitter, Cat Treadwell. It will be a year, likely, before I’m able to being that course, but that gives me time to finish my Bardic grade in OBOD, and time for my new promotion (and hopefully another) to settle out and my life to become more stable. I have no illusions my life will ever be truly stable, but it can approach it, at the very least.
The summer Solstice approaches. I am going crazy with all the people saying ‘Summer’s almost here’. It’s been 80-90 degrees or more here for over a month. Hello, that’s already summer, folks. Summer started in May, as it always does. The Summer Solstice is the middle of summer. They do it with every season, and it’s maddening.I understand it’s in part because of the way our seasons run here, but even in the northeast where I lived for half of my life, they treated June 21st as the first day of summer, December 21st as the first day of winter, March 21st as the first day of spring, and September 21st as the first day of Autumn. It’s just not how it works. But you cannot educate the mundanes. They don’t hear it. They hear only what they’ve been taught.
In Nimue Brown’s recent post about her graduation from Cat Treadwell’s course, she says that a friend of hers defines druids as being ‘people of the trees’. She goes on to say we are the people of the grove, which is a term I really resonate with. I am most at peace in two places: on the shore of a lake or ocean or river, and in the forest. I am a child of the grove. I have for twenty years called myself a pagan, and a witch, and I am still those things. but I am also a child of the forest, a daughter of the earth and of the ocean. As I pursue my spiritual explorations I am keeping those things in mind most of all.