Feeding the Soul

One thing I’ve noticed as a common thread through those who have been initiated is a noticeable heels-dug-in attitude of no longer being satisfied with lots of filler or meaningless junk taking up life’s time. Feeding the soul becomes a huge part of The Work. Shifting and sorting, tossing out the useless and carving space for that which feeds the core. For me, Joy is what I feed. Food comes in many forms, but I have go-to’s that serve me well: music and art, connecting and laughing, creating magical items, and tiny touches throughout my day that remind why I yearn to feel deeply and how I reach toward that Joy.

Some people cut the space from part of their free time that already exists, but most cut more than they had before initiation. A drive inside is ignited that insists on being noticed and tended. We can’t all quit our day jobs, but finding ones that don’t strangle the bright spark that fires Fetch becomes an insistent nagging. Career changes or modifications often accompany this push in whatever manner is feasible to make our time not only count, but insist that it serve us in ways and depths we hadn’t yet tapped.

This I think is a lot of what seekers notice in those initiated (and perhaps in those thoroughly dedicated, yet for whom no formal rite of passage has been performed). Seekers notice the flame inside and the turn to a different value set where priorities have been upended and reordered like a tipped box full of memories cleaned up – memories of who we are, who we wanted to be when we first formed those thoughts as a child, and who we live to be in our future.

This thing, this impetus to pursue only those endeavors that can sate our hungry soul is a thing that marks us. It is seen. The Divine gleam that runs through each of us shines brighter, clearer, and far more potently than it did before and others notice. It pulls those wishing a mystic path and the tug brings apprentice to mentor. Knowledge, tools, skills, energy – passed from one human to another,  over, up, and down to the Gods, wrapped around Ancestors and Descendants and back again. This is the way it has always been. This is the way it will always be. The continuity, the flow, the forever memory of the passing – it feeds all of us. And we plant our futures in our students. Gladly so. We are part of the process, essential to and yet a tiny piece of the eternal process of being.

Blessed Bee.

Busy, busy, busy

Time has been so fluid and slippery I’ve quite lost track of a lot of it. My days feel very full but scattered, as work winds down and I am puzzling out a structure for my weeks that is not bookended by workdays. I so easily slide to inertia when time is abundant and I’d like to avoid that.

I opened my Etsy shop with my oil blends and herb blends. Having it makes me happy. 😀 If there comes a time when it no longer makes me so I will close it. From here forward I will only pursue things that move me closer to Joy. My WIP art piece “At the Beach” is coming along, but I’ll be using all the time up until Yule to finish it.

I have a this site up now so Bone & Briar has a 3-pronged approach on the web.There is not much there as of yet, but it is one of things I’ll be building starting in the new calendar year. Amoret’s site is much fuller than mine..

In development, public spiritual arena: A) a self-directed spiritual study web packet that will have audio, text assignments and practices, and the like for people on a Pagan/Witch path. It will not be trad specific, but useful. Those are my thoughts at the moment anyway. Affordable, too. B) Setting up an email bone throw option for readings for folks. C) the spring workshop that Bone & Briar holds.

Private spiritual arena: A) art work B) rune study group C) tweaking personal practices D) catching up on Feri podcast listening E) stack’o’books F) blue streaks in hair?

Family Yule celebration is the 23rd, baking to start soon. I’m planning an easy meat-cook-thyself meal and COOKIES!!! for dessert. Lights are on the Norfolk pine (3′ houseplant) tree and around some windows and across the mantel. I’m in front of a fire with the dog snuggled at my feet and life is sweet and good. Blessings.