Honouring the Elements

I am not a circle maker. I know that flies in the face of many who practice the Craft, but,  I see no need.  I am not keeping anything out, I don’t wish to keep anything in. The ground where I stand is Holy, due to Her presence. I need nothing to consecrate it or make it ‘safe’.  The rituals I relate here will not include casting a circle or compass rose. However, if that is your system, please feel free to do so. These workings will be just as effective with or without.

The following is a simple ritual designed to increase your awareness of the power of the Elemental Gods and to honour Them in your life. I try to honour Them daily, each morning while I stand outside, greeting the Dawn. Once you incorporate an honour ritual into your routine, it’s amazing how much more ‘aware’ and conscious you become of Them; the breeze, the rain and dew, the light and warmth of day and the nurturing Earth Mother which sustains us all.  I thank Them for life.

I stand facing East, bow in reverence and say, “Hail and thank you, powers of the East, powers of air and intellect. Guide, guard and direct me this day. Make me powerful in the Path, make me knowledgeable in the Way”.

I turn to face South, bow in reverence and say,  ”Hail and thank you, powers of the South, powers of fire and passion.  Guide, guard and direct me this day. Make me powerful in the Path, make me knowledgeable in the Way”.

I now face West. I bow in reverence and say, “Hail and thank you, powers of the West, powers of water, ocean and intuition. Guide, guard and direct me this day. Make me powerful in the Path, make me knowledgeable in the Way”.

I now turn and face North. I bow again in reverence and say, “Hail and thank you, powers of the North, powers of Earth, ground and sustenance. Guide, guard and direct me this day. Make me powerful in the Path, make me knowledgeable in the Way”.

I stand in gratitude and mentally make note of how each Elemental God gives me life.  I am now in awe of all that surrounds me and my life and work take on deeper  meaning for giving honour where honour is due.

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Where is Our Dance?

In our star-lit pagan past,
Fire lit dancers raised the Power
Gyrating to the beat of the Eternal Drum

The young world crackled and hissed with the Heat of the Wise.

Now, we sit as heavy stone.
Cold, incarcerated with tired eyes
Staring at endless screens, which tell us endless lies.

Where is our Dance?
Where are our Wise?

Burn

I fly on the Midnight
With wings of longing
Dodging stars

The Air so cold and thin, It scratches.

I fly to Her
My twilight Mistress
She calls, bellowing sonic booms.

My heart latches

Spring open
My One Love
True End of my Desire

She consumes me
I am Cinder

The flesh crackles
A human Fire.