On Friday nights, we light a small fire and work the energy toward the completion of on-going projects. We do this every Friday night, working the moon toward full and back to new again, clearing out the old and planting the new.
If you want to do this also, you can begin with the dark moon, start this coming Monday and begin to list those things you want to change. Work with this in journal form until three days before the moon comes new.
During the three days at the dark moon, do divinations to guide your work. Ask specifically for instructions, guidance on how to work toward the goals you've set. Then pay attention. Often what you ask comes in very mundane ways. Someone will give you a book or you'll overhear something that "clicks" or you'll be instructed to take a course in something either esoteric or mundane. When I did this once, I was lulled in to a fiber store and signed up for a course in spinning. The act of carding and spinning that wool became a link (a thread -- if you don't mind the pun) between me and Frigga.
As the moon begins to grow, you can cleanse and set your altar and your intentions. Work the moon toward full and make note of the changes along the way.
Here we are at the Spring equinox -- heading for a new season of planting and tending and harvesting. What seeds do you hold in your hand? What do you want to grow?
A porch where drunkards hid their wine became our place to rest, Those long walks home from town, Hill shadows on valley streets Hid half-told tales of when you were young, (And you were young then, but I was too young to know)
What you gave, you gave quickly Before the gods discovered Misplaced bounty in our hands,
On nights when single light bulbs lit entire rooms And night woods sounds shoved dark against the glass, You idly wondered why we weren't "other people" In houses with grassed-in yards and soft curtains...
We startled to bodiless footsteps on dark porches, Rocking chairs that creaked alone, and doors that rattled with no one there... Our nearest neighbors Were shadows of trees,
You are in my mind, Mama, With grape jelly witches and Orion nights, singing hymns as if you mean never to be fooled...
That humming beneath your breath, an invocation you've left me to learn, Being small and insubstantial was a talent you honed, Nourishing as water... solid as woodsmoke...
Paridise is a clean floor, and flowers in jars, And hot grape jelly, The most solid thing, The defiant pop of the lids, one by one.
All that's said of Syn is that she was invoked by defendants in trials and that she guards the door of Frigga's Hall.
My astrological assoication with her helps me find more, but whether my associations are accurate or not is as much your guess as mine.
For me, this works and in that spirit, I pass this on to those of you who also see merit in these workings.
Taking the scant information we have, we can dig beneath the surface and tap into memory -- call back through to ancestors and ask for more knowledge that through the years has been lost.
From the roots to the stars, there is no subject that is not part of our world. One culture may have made use of stone and another of wood, but now that these have become known to us and therefore, part of our lives, either can be used.
Syn was invoked by defendants -- whether or not they were guilty. Syn was brought forth. Often we find ourselves guilty in our own eyes. We list past failures to ourselves or we go back over the things we said during the day and often, our judgements are more severe than they would be if another did or said the same thing.
Try this: over the next quarter turn of the moon, whenever you begin to judge yourself harshly, bring Syn forth. Realize that there were reasons you did what you did and said what you said. It doesn't mean you can't change these things and learn to use the better side of them. But if you are spending energy worrying about what went before, it makes it hard to come up to the task of choosing better the next round.
Try this: Write a list of "I am" statements. Also listen to yourself when you are explaining yourself or introducing yourself to others. Write as many of these as you can during the next quarter turning of the moon. You might have to call Syn forth in order to write this list. For instance, you might be able to say "I write" but find it hard to say, "I'm a writer". Call forth the boldness of Syn to make the statement and claim the "I Am". If you were to come to the door of one of the Gods or Goddesses and were met there and asked, "What talent do you possess...?" what would your answer be? And if, after you told your answer, you were told, "We already have one of those..." THEN what is your next answer?
What ideas do you have on BRINGING SYN FORTH in your life. Uncovering your strengths and gaining the confidence you need to move forward is part of the goal of this time and season.
To find abundance, begin to believe that you deserve it.
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I'm in the middle of writing another book. Sort of oddly in the middle. I'm finished with a journal and now I'm taking the journal into book form. Just like last time, I lived it, then I wrote it. But unlike last time, I'm wanting to get the book finished BEFORE spilling the contents to everyone who'll stop and listen.
The last time, I sent out newsletters covering most of everything in the book. The Spindle Hearth is about daily practise. It's got rites and a few spells and a few ways to begin to build a morning rite for Frigga and the Handmaidens.
Then my own journal of the next year took me deeper into the way and gave me several tools to use to ken the times and how to work with them. That's what I want to pass on. I have to figure how to do this one without costing me -- or the reader as much.
This book will be helpful to anyone, whether they follow Frigga and the Handmaidens or not. But for whoever already has the knowing of that way, the tools will be even easier to grasp.
As usual, I'm putting my journal notes into form with one person in mind, my sister, a Libra, who always has to know -- "why?" She also deliberates and agonizes over a decision and so I write in such a way that she doesn't have to decide a lot up front. She just has to go ahead and "try this" and then, by doing, the way comes by itself. And why becomes self-explanatory.
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