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ravencallscrowsMade it out last night to the Mercury after entirely too long. In fact, it has been so long, i can't honestly recall at present when the previous time was.
Saw a few familiar faces, and met friends of friends, including![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ayeshadream, and the (near-legendary) Pax and Ilsa of whom sarmonster has such a high opinion. Had long, rambling conversations with Heather, and was reminded yet again what a wonderful thing intelligent discourse is— not to mention how rare it is.
Looking out the window, i'm reminded that it's now a month from Samhain, and that we're in the grasp of the dark half of the year. It's nearly dark outside now. Lots of things are rattling their ways around my skull, but attention is too evanescent to concentrate on any of them enough to do anything creative with it. Regardless, i'm feeling bardic, but somehow missing the imbas forosnai which drives inspired poetic creation, so i'm going to recycle a piece written a bit over a year ago— as well as one of my rare ventures in 'spiritual' verse outside the Celtic world- this is a piece inspired by the Zorya of Russian and Slavic lore. One day i might even get inspired and re-write it in Russian
The Night Heavens
Crisp and clear, winter breaks.
Moonrise reflects blue light on fresh snowfall.
The Star of Evening shines bright on Her path.
Casting diamond sparkles against the black velvet of the skies
Cascading all along the bare upraised arms of the forests of birch.
Passing Her vigil to Her sister, the Zenith of Midnight, She goes.
Silence falls, dark and heavy,
A felt blanket under which few dare stir,
Midnight majestic in Her solitude
Crisp and cold, a faint tinkle, as of fairie bells, carries on the wind,
Ice crystals forming, gracing the land with their delicate lace.
Midnight yields in turn to Her third sister, the Star of the Dawn, to return again in Her time.
Awakening returns to the land, as the skies are transformed
Blacks of velvet give way to satiny violets, reds and pinks,
As the glittering solitaire adorning the heavens
Is the beauty of the Star of the Dawn,
Bringing the forthcoming promise of a new day, and preserved safety through the night.
Saw a few familiar faces, and met friends of friends, including
ayeshadream, and the (near-legendary) Pax and Ilsa of whom sarmonster has such a high opinion. Had long, rambling conversations with Heather, and was reminded yet again what a wonderful thing intelligent discourse is— not to mention how rare it is. Looking out the window, i'm reminded that it's now a month from Samhain, and that we're in the grasp of the dark half of the year. It's nearly dark outside now. Lots of things are rattling their ways around my skull, but attention is too evanescent to concentrate on any of them enough to do anything creative with it. Regardless, i'm feeling bardic, but somehow missing the imbas forosnai which drives inspired poetic creation, so i'm going to recycle a piece written a bit over a year ago— as well as one of my rare ventures in 'spiritual' verse outside the Celtic world- this is a piece inspired by the Zorya of Russian and Slavic lore. One day i might even get inspired and re-write it in Russian
The Night Heavens
Crisp and clear, winter breaks.
Moonrise reflects blue light on fresh snowfall.
The Star of Evening shines bright on Her path.
Casting diamond sparkles against the black velvet of the skies
Cascading all along the bare upraised arms of the forests of birch.
Passing Her vigil to Her sister, the Zenith of Midnight, She goes.
Silence falls, dark and heavy,
A felt blanket under which few dare stir,
Midnight majestic in Her solitude
Crisp and cold, a faint tinkle, as of fairie bells, carries on the wind,
Ice crystals forming, gracing the land with their delicate lace.
Midnight yields in turn to Her third sister, the Star of the Dawn, to return again in Her time.
Awakening returns to the land, as the skies are transformed
Blacks of velvet give way to satiny violets, reds and pinks,
As the glittering solitaire adorning the heavens
Is the beauty of the Star of the Dawn,
Bringing the forthcoming promise of a new day, and preserved safety through the night.
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Date: 2003-11-30 09:10 pm (UTC)I've got a nearly perfect circle of trees in my back yard I want to crate a sacred space in. That may be a bit redundant (it's already a sacred space), but I want to try to make it balanced.
I'm actually looking for a group in my area. I know a lot of pagans but many of them either don't practice, or they're solitary.
BTW, I enjoyed your poem. It's very timely and touching.
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Date: 2003-12-01 09:26 am (UTC)Not presently. There are a number of folk locally with a similar belief structure, but we never seem to manage to get together anymore. In the past few years, we at least managed to meet in some Irish pub to discuss things, but that's gone by the wayside of late.
Thinking about it, it might be time to try again. Looking at the people who are members of
Rough translation into Russian
Date: 2003-12-01 08:53 pm (UTC)Свежие и ясные, зимние перерывы.
Восход луны отражает синий свет на новом снегопаде.
Звезда Вечерних сияний, ярких на Её дорожке.
Бросок алмаза искрится против черного бархата небес
Каскадирование все время по голым поднятым рукам лесов березы.
Передавая Её бессменную вахту Её сестре, Зорыа Полуночи, Она идет.
Падения тишины, темные и тяжелые,
Чувствовавшее одеяло, под которым немногие смеют размешивать,
Полночь, величественная в Её одиночестве
Свежий и холодный, слабый звонок, со звонков фэри, продолжает ветер,
Ледяное формирование кристаллов, украшая землю с их тонким шнурком.
Полночь уступает в свою очередь Её третьей сестре, Звезда Рассвета, возвращаться снова в Её время.
Пробуждение возвращений к земле, поскольку небеса преобразованы
Чернокожие бархата уступают атласным фиалкам, красноте и гвоздикам,
Как блестящий пасьянс, украшающий небеса
Является красотой Звезды Рассвета,
Обеспечение предстоящего обещания нового дня, и сохраненной безопасности в течение ночи.