THE special ritual and drumming event we organised turned out to be a mercifully muted yet deeply intimate event, given the bitterly cold and heavily misty weather – and the widespread illness that took out so many of our dear friends for the night.
Your priest was among those on the ’sick list’, with scarcely any voice left to create ritual.
Just a handful of us gathered around a candlelit Longstone to share poetry, storytelling, food, coffee and a lovely, gentle drumming session to welcome this powerful Moontide. To each, simply being there had required a considerable effort of will.
Despite the fact that the mist closed in like a mystic wall all around the site, the face of the Moon – often attended by the most gorgeous and delightfully colourful corona, as the hefty clouds streamed by across the night – was, for the most part, amazingly clear, distinctly feminine and wearing an enigmatic smile.
Beyond midnight, the assembled company retreated to watch the ‘Blood Moon’ eclipse from the relative comfort of their own warmer spaces.
Over the past few years that we have been offering open, public events, each one has come to be special in its own way, regardless of how many – or how few – people are able to share.
This was no exception, defined on this occasion by its intimacy, some lovely poetry, storytelling and drumming, and the sheer power and beauty of Moon and of the night.
Bendithion
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