8/12-8/13
I began my observance of the Hekatesia a day early. Was slow waking
up, getting around, with little to do in the early part of the day
except to get ready for the night. Felt distracted. Even the weather
was restless, with a storm kicking up. It intensified into a frenzy for
just minutes, but long enough; the wind seemed so brutal that I went
out to check on my plants, only to find this…
It is hard to explain the significance of this in a few words. My
dearest san pedro. A gift, a teacher, who has become a symbol of my
deepest love, my deepest grief, even my current struggle with meaning,
and my journey of the last 4 years. She will be all right. In a
slightly different form, perhaps, not unlike me. But I still cried for
her. (Again. But our history is a whole other story…)
I went dancing, alone. I remember feeling like my dancing was taking on new purpose. Certainly it’s changed it’s tone. (Are my ballroom days over?
I’m still working that out.) But it was more like I was making
doorways for the dead and the spirits. Stomping ethereal ghost tunnels
into the dance floor. (Oops?) Let it be said, wise or no, I did it
with gusto.
I was drawn into being social with strangers. The conversation
quickly turned to entheogens. Not my doing, though no doubt I
encouraged it.
More dancing. Waltz of the light fish.
When that was over and I was home again, I packed up some offerings
and took a walk (umbrella in hand for the drizzle of rain), keeping an
eye out for whatever crossroads looked best. I found one and knelt down
at a tree. Lit a candle, a stick of incense. Left a plum, a fig, wine,
sweets. Called upon Hekate. In my spontaneity, in my tired and
tipsiness, I didn’t quite know what I was going to say, so my words were
clumsy. “My fear is… nothingness. My fear is… meaningless.” Hearing
my own words I chuckled. “Well, that’s true. Everything has a double
meaning, doesn’t it? Or a triple one.”
Not looking back was difficult, but I did not.
The next day I had to work, but I didn’t feel quite finished. I went
to my pithos, finally. For I had done an elaborate ritual to bless it
long ago but for some reason had held myself back in using it. Other
fears, here, perhaps? So now, I said a prayer to Hekate and drew a
devotional activity. “Take a meditational walk and look for omens.”
Yes, I could do this.
On my break, I went walking around the outside grounds of my work at
night. I’d never quite explored it, but turns out it’s pretty damn
spooky and full of little crossroads. I saw at least 10 lizards, and
heard others I couldn’t see. And each time I reached a crossroads I’d
watch the lizards’ movement and go the direction it indicated. If I was
unsure there was often another to reinforce it. The uneasiness I felt
in some of the darker areas came as a surprise to me, because I didn’t
think there was much left in me that was afraid of the dark, or the
unknown. On one of my last passes before I had to head back, I passed a
streetlight which suddenly went out as soon as I walked up to it. I
turned towards the now darkened streetlight and my breath caught as a
realized I could see not one, but 3 shadows of myself before me. I
pondered these and turned around to see that I had stopped (without
realizing) at the top of a T of another crossroads.
Once I continued, another streetlight went out. I acknowledged, with
an odd sort of appreciation, that I have more fears that I have still
to uncover, though I may not be able to name them yet. I saw a stone
that almost looked like a toad. I picked it up and left it at the the
point where I started, before going back inside.
[Cross-posted at the Boukoleon.]
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