TIME OF QUICKENING
earthlings. This painting by John Waterhouse, called Veneris, evokes
for me the inward mood of this magic season. I feel like the
groundhog that doesn't want to come out yet... is still content to hole up
in the underworld and snuggle into the Dark Mother's arms just a little
The Goddess hunkers down, holds
Her Self unto Her Self... seeks Within for the Inspiration to conjure yet
another Cycle of Birth, Life, and Death. She has Died and now is
about to be Reborn. She Re-Members all Her past cycles, and Muses
upon future ones to come.
Inspiration is the primary theme I honor this holiday season; hence the name Musea for the Muse. (Pronounced "myoo-zay-uh") She is the Goddess I have given myself to most of my life, devoted to cultivating Her blessings of Creative Inspiration, Limerant Love, and Deep Transformation. She is the Sapphic Aphrodite, source of divine ecstasy, Sarasvati, Voc, Brigid, The Dark Goddess, The White Goddess, The Faery Queen... Ariadne in Her Labyrinth, Persephone in the Underworld. She has filled my imagination with poetry, myth, songs... my heart and breath with melody to make me soar...my body, my hands and guitar with rhythms and drones that vibrate the bones.
I seek Her company... miss Her when she hasn't visited in a while. Each year at this time I pray for the strength to keep on Her path... to keep the music alive. Patriarchy resists our freely creative spirits, and aging can add to the struggle. So much conspires to silence us.
Sister connections also come up
this time of year. The Nine Priestesses of Brigid once kindled and
kept the Flame of this Muse Goddess burning at Her Temple in Kildare,
Ireland... now kept by nine nuns at St. Brigid's Church at the same
location... Several years ago a witch sister lit a candle there,
carefully snuffed the flame to preserve its essence, and brought it home
to the states. She lit many candles from its flame, and passed them
on to other sisters, who did the same, until now there are many
generations of Brigid Candles being passed from sister to sister across
Commitment and Initiation are further themes celebrated at this holy time. We bring our vows on scrolls and our moonblood or blessed red inks and special magic pens to sign with...we witness one another's reading and signing. Each woman makes the promise and commitment that is right for her, that she knows in her heart she is committed to by choice and true desire. Some, like me, reiterate our eternal vows to be Her channel and Her Priestess forever. Some sisters promise to study for a year and a day. Some take new names and new identities as Goddess Women, as Witches, as Priestesses.
We celebrate our Muses. We share poetry, songs, dances, stories. We retell the tale of Brigid, when She was Midwife for Mary as She gave birth to the next Year Child...Or perhaps we take a Journey into the Sheilah na Gig, diving into Her open Yoni to find wisdom and teachings for the year past, or the year to come... We leap across Thresholds, crossing over from one state of being to another, one cycle to another, one identity to another... sometimes actually laying a witch's decorated broom before the altar and leaping over it to the cheers and encouragement of the circle.
This is a deep and magical time... perhaps the most multi-layered of all the holy days. There is something perpetually hidden about it, for we don't know "what the baby looks like" yet... Still, we know we can have a hand in how things turn out, when we redesign our life's journey once again, re-commit to the things that are important to us, and re-connect with our Source and our Sisters.
O Muse I but stand
My lips have barely
Be It So