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As we prepare for the Sabbat of Imbolc which many of us will be celebrating this weekend, I am repeating this post from last year. It has become one of my favorite rituals – a beautiful merger of my spirituality as a Pagan with my identity as a Deaf person. I hope you enjoy it as well. 

~ Ocean 

Recently I have begun corresponding with a Deaf family who has been studying about Paganism and undertaking their own spiritual journey down the Pagan Path. Both the wife and husband are Deaf, and they have three Deaf children. Together, the family has begun celebrating the Wheel of the Year and eight Sabbats.

I recently shared with the family information about Imbolc, and a ritual that I have used a number of times for celebrating this Sabbat. The ritual is known as the Seven Candles of Life ritual, and it is based upon teachings from The Celtic Wisdom Tarot, by Caitlin Matthews. In her book, Caitlin talks about these seven candles.

Each of these candles is illuminated by three spirits. Those three spirits help to represent the meaning of that candle, and they are also archetypes from the Wisdom Cards of the Celtic Wisdom Tarot. The Wisdom Cards correspond to cards of the Major Arcana in traditional tarot decks.

The Seven Candles of Life represent the seven qualities that are important in the overall circle of life. They are the foundation for the wisdom that we consider very important as a part of the practice of our spirituality. However, the wisdom can be shared with anyone and everyone, regardless of their own spiritual path.

On Imbolc at the beginning of February, I like to light the Candles of Life as a way of celebrating the growing light of the new year, and the new life that will soon begin with the coming of Spring. It’s a good time for making pledges and for renewing my strength after resting all Winter.

Each of the Seven Candles has its own wisdom – its own lessons to teach us. Each candle is brightened by the presence of three spirits – three being a magickal number.  As we light each candle, we call upon those spirits to be with us, and to give to us of their strength, their knowledge, their guidance, and their love.

The Seven Candles are:

The Candle of Will: This candle is brightened by the Three Unfailing Ones who uphold the universe: The Decider – whose poetry never ends; The Empowerer – whose deeds never fail; The Challenger – whose questions never stop

The Candle of Truth: This candle is brightened by the Three Sparks of Wisdom: The Guardian – who protects the hidden truth; The Counselor – who blesses the revealed truth; The Changer – who shows the facts of every truth

The Candle of Growth: This candle is brightened by the Awakeners of Destiny who plant the seeds of life: The Shaper – who shapes the seeds into the mighty trees they become; The Spinner – who scatters the seeds into the winds that they may travel everywhere; The Dreamer – who cares for the seeds in the womb of the dark earth

The Candle of Harmony: This candle is brightened by the Fathomless Ones who maintain the order of the universe: The Keeper – who provides never-ending structure and leadership; The Balancer  – who keeps everything in proper balance; The Imaginer – who keeps the dreams of peace and unity alive for all

The Candle of Lore: This candle is brightened by the Turners of the Wheel who keep the memories of the ancient stories and histories: The Recaller – who remembers and tells the stories of our ancestors; The Dedicator – who honors those stories by continuing the traditions today; The Protector – who honors the ancestors who have passed beyond this world

The Candle of Devotion: This candle is brightened by the Three True Changers who renew love throughout the world: The Lover – who keeps the flames of the Soul’s desires burning brightly; The Liberator – who removes fear and negativity from the Soul and sets it free; The Renewer – who celebrates the transformation of the Soul and its goodness

The Candle of Energy: This candle is brightened by the Keepers of the Soul, who give it all the special gifts to make it truly beautiful: The Dancer – who motivates the Soul to move with the rhythm of the universe; The Artist – who shows the Soul the true beauty of the universe; The Healer – who brings the Soul home to its special place in the universe  

My friend decided to create her own version of this ritual to recognize and honor the Deaf Community and to ask for blessings for Deaf Children everywhere. She and her family (and especially her own Deaf children) will light the candles at their own ritual and say these prayers to the spirits, sending their energy out into the universe for all. She shared with me the script for her ritual, and I felt it so beautiful that I had to share it here at the Crossroads.

THE SEVEN CANDLES OF LIFE FROM A DEAF PERSPECTIVE 

A Deaf Family’s Celebration of Imbolc 

As we light the candle of Will, we honor the spirit of the Decider who reminds us always of the beauty of ASL and its true magic in bringing language and communcation to all Deaf children. We honor the Empowerer, and ask it for the strength to always empower others to continue advocating for the use of ASL with Deaf babies. We honor the Challenger as we continue to always question those who try to make decisions on behalf of Deaf people without asking our input.

As we light the candle of Truth, we honor the spirit of the Guardian and ask it to be with us to protect the hidden truth that we know inside us all – that ASL is the language for us. We honor the spirit of the Counselor who blesses the revealed truth, and we appreciate the researchers who worked for many hours showing that our ASL is a true language.We honor the spirit of the Changer and ask it to be with us to show the faces of every truth; we are the changer in the world by using ASL, embracing our Deaf culture and loving our Deafhood jouney.

As we light the candle of Growth, we honor the spirit of the Shaper who shapes the seeds into the mighty trees they become; we must always be thankful for our Deaf people in our history – those who fought for our human rights (Veditz, Clerc, and others). We honor the spirit of the Spinner who scatters the seeds into the winds that they may travel everywhere; we honor the Deaf people who made other Deaf people visible (Deaf Nation, Deaf organizations, Deaf artist – Chuck Baird, and many more). We honor the spirit of the Dreamer who cares for the seeds in the womb of the dark earth; Deaf babies being born on this earth everyday will be the Deaf people in humankind.

As we light the candle of Harmony, we honor the spirit of the Keeper who provides never-ending structure and leadership; Deaf schools which advocate the bilingual education for their students require the wisdom of the Keeper. We honor the spirit of the Balancer who keeps everything in proper balance. We honor the spirit of the Imaginer who keeps the dreams of peace and unity alive for all; we must keep our dreams in our Deaf schools and of future Deaf leaders, individuals and the future Deaf Community.

As we light the candle of Lore, we honor the spirit of the Recaller who remembers and tells stories of our ancestors in the Deaf community; their stories now being written and recorded on videos must be preserved forever. We honor the spirit of the Dedicator who honors those stories by continuing the traditions today; we honor the many Deaf people who dedicate their time with non-signing people ~ (to my kids – your dad teaches ASL to many many hearing students every year). We honor the spirit of the Protector who serves the ancestors that have passed beyond this world; we remember the Deaf people who struggled and made differences for us today.

As we light the candle of Devotion, we honor the spirit of the Lover who keeps the flames of the Soul’s desires burning brightly; the people who share their learnings in worthy books i.e. In Search of Deafhood; and we honor the love that we all share for our precious language of ASL and our Deaf Community. We honor the spirit of the Liberator who removes fear and negativity from the Soul and set it free; the fear and negativity that people have about ASL and Deaf people, the fear hearing parents have when they discover that their baby is deaf. We honor the spirit of the Renewer who celebrates the transformation of the Soul and its goodness; who renews the parents’ hope and belief that their children can and will succeed when they start learning ASL and attending programs for Deaf children, the transformation that happens when society discovers that Deaf people can indeed do anything and be anything they desire.

As we light the candle of Energy, we honor the spirit of the Dancer who motivates the Soul to move with the rhythm of the universe; and we celebrate the spirit that moves within each of us and brings us together to dance in our own Deaf Revolution as we continue to advocate for our own special place within the Circle of Life. We honor the spirit of the Artist who shows the Soul the true beauty of the universe; the beauty of our language and our culture, and how it is reflected in such works as Chuck Baird, Bernard Bragg, the National Theater of the Deaf, Marlee Matlin, Andre Pellerin, Beethoven’s Nightmare, Douglas Tilden, etc.  We honor the spirit of the Healer who brings the Soul home to its special places in the universe, and we remember each and every one of us in the Deaf Community, and our role and responsibility to continue being the healers and bringing the souls of Deaf children into our community, that they might find a place to call home.


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Recently a pal of mine put up the following post on her Facebook wall:

Woke up with an overwhelming need to sob – is everyone I love okay? Please check with me or by text. Wow, not kidding, never felt like this before.

And in checking with some of my other friends, I find that this case of the blues seems to be going around. People are feeling a uncontrollable urge to just “sit down, have a good cry, and get it out of my system.”

good cry

I don’t think such a feeling is all that surprising right now…in fact, I would be more surprised if you weren’t feeling this way.

We are coming up on the Sabbat of Imbolc – the first Sabbat of 2013. We have said goodbye to what was – for many of us – a difficult and trying period in 2012. We may have survived our own personal Tower Time, but we are still dealing with the after-effects. And those after-effects are leaving many of us feeling rather raw. As those raw feelings come to the surface, they often get expressed in the form of tears. Don’t be ashamed of such tears, for they can be quite healing…a cooling and soothing balm for our emotions.

Tower Time is over. The tower has fallen, and we have taken our own tumbles along with it. We stand now amidst the ruins – a sometimes painful reminder of where we’ve been – and contemplate where we go from here. And the tears fall. Even as we welcome the changes this new year brings, we must also take a moment to grieve that which we have left behind. Change means letting go, and that doesn’t always come easy.

fallen tower

For many of us, Imbolc occurs at the coldest time of the year – when temperatures plunge and fierce icy winds chill us to the bone. But those winds can be a positive thing also. I am reminded of what my friend Byron recently shared on her own Facebook wall:

Let this brisk and scraping wind blow through the spiritual and emotional detritus in your life and send it off to be composted. Allow this crisp air to cool your confusion and self-doubt and make way for clear forward motion and effective action.

Yes, let these winds blow. As cold as they might feel, they serve a purpose…blowing off the dust of debris from fallen towers, stripping us bare that we might stand shivering and exposed, confronting our own stark nakedness. Yet let that nakedness be a sign of your own rebirth, as you take those first steps forward.

arcadefire-coldwind

I am reminded of a song from one of my favorite musicals – “Morning Glow” from the Broadway production Pippin. While the scenario for this song within the play may not be the greatest, I do feel the lyrics in and of themselves are appropriate for a celebration of Imbolc as they speak to us about the “winds of change”…

Why won’t my hands stop shaking
When all the earth is still
When ancient ghosts are waking
So many steps need taking
So many plans need making
I think I will
I think I will

Morning glow, morning glow
Starts to glimmer when you know
Winds of change are set to blow
And sweep this whole land through
Morning glow is long past due

Morning glow fill the earth
Come and shine for all you’re worth
We’ll be present at the birth
Of old faith looking new
Morning glow is long past due

Oh, morning glow, I’d like to help you grow
We should have started long ago

So, morning glow all day long
While we sing tomorrow’s song
Never knew we could be so strong
But now it’s very clear

Morning glow is almost here

Morning glow by your light
We can make the new day bright
And the phantoms of the night
Will fade into the past
Morning glow is here

At last!

The winds of change herald the dawning of a new day. Yes, there are many plans to be made, many steps to be taken. But Imbolc brings with it the promise of hope – the light has returned and we can indeed look forward to morning’s glow. We have survived, and now old faith can shine anew.

So dry your tears…wrap yourself in a warm blanket…face the wind…then light some candles and watch those phantoms of the night fade into the past.

And may morning glow bring you a most blessed Imbolc.

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Back at the beginning of 2011, I wrote a post here at the Crossroads about creating a new Year Word.

WORDOFTHEYEAR

This is a concept I learned from Quinn McDonald, who blogs over at QuinnCreative. Like myself, Quinn is not a fan of New Year’s Resolutions – easy to make, and far too easy to break. I don’t think I have ever had a resolution that I’ve successfully maintained throughout the year.

Instead, Quinn advocates the use of “Year Words” – a word that will symbolize the year for you…set the intention, or create a verbal amulet. A word that will give the year a sense of purpose.

For 2011 I chose the word “roots.” It was a word rich in meaning for me that year…with its many definitions and the many images that it conjured up for me. It just seemed like the appropriate word for where I was at during that year of my life.

I didn’t choose a new Year Word for 2012. I’m not sure if that was intentional, or if I simply forgot. I think on a subconscious level I wanted to continue the theme of roots, especially since I bought my first house in the fall of 2011, and thus was ready to begin putting down roots.

house with roots

Well…

2012 turned out to be pretty crappy. It was a time fraught with a lot of difficulties. What started off as a year filled with excitement and optimism quickly gave way to various struggles – personal, professional, financial, younameit. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, it became harder and harder to maintain a positive attitude in the midst of a challenging year.

In talking with others, it becomes obvious that 2012 was a not-so-great year for many of us. The economy took its toll on everyone, and there were lots of people (including myself) dealing with the harsh realities of trying to survive in the midst of limited employment opportunities and rising costs of living. With it being an election year, we were bombarded with quotes and promises from the various candidates, and soon folks were taking pot shots with one another as they lined up in support of one political party or the other, each with their own agendas. And for all that it was just erroneous hype, the “doom and gloom” of the Mayan Calendar predictions didn’t make things any easier to cope with.

I for one am certainly happy 2012 is over. I’ve survived my own personal “Tower Time”  and can now take a deep breath and look forward to what 2013 has to offer. I cannot say that my life has necessarily improved any in the past week or two, but I do feel a greater sense of calmness, and a stronger ability to deal with life’s trials and tribulations. Somehow, I think this year is going to be better…it certainly cannot get much worse. It’s just a matter of approaching it with the right attitude.

So when it came time to begin thinking about my Year Word, I thought back to all the shit I’d been through in 2012, and how I would like to change that for this year. And that’s when my word came to mind…

COMPOST. 

compost bin

It’s time to gather up all that seemingly icky stuff from the past and recycle it into fertilizer for the future. Shovel up the manure of 2012, add the food scraps of hard knocks, throw in the leaves of all my trials and the grass clippings of all my tribulations, include the coffee grounds from all those mocha lattes at Sunergos Coffee Shop. Give it a couple of good turns with a pitchfork, and Voila! I’ll have what some gardeners call “Black Gold” – that dark, rich, growing medium that provides support and nutrients in which plants can grow and flourish. And by creating my own compost of life, hopefully by the end of the year I will have a rich growing medium to mix into the soil of my knowledge and experience, thus creating the perfect garden bed for planting my own seeds of creativity and imagination, that they might sprout and grow into the plants of success.

I like the word compost. It’s earthy. It’s organic. It conjures up positive images and pleasant childhood memories. I grew up out in the country, and my family had a garden…and yes, we did use some early forms of composting back then. Over the years, I have used compost on my own gardens – growing my flowers, herbs, and vegetables…and I could swear it worked magick on the heirloom tomatoes!

Pagan leader and author Starhawk – who was one of my earliest teachers – talks a lot about compost in her books and her workshops. In fact, one of her first covens was called Compost:

We met tonight in the rented storefront. For a long time, we just talked…about our fears and doubts about magic and ourselves: that it isn’t real, that it is real, that it will stop, that it’s an ego trip, that we’re crazy, that what we really want is power, that we’ll lose our sense of humor and become pompous about it, that we won’t be able to take it seriously, that it won’t work, that it will work…

At one point, we all took hands , and started breathing together. Suddenly, we realized that a circle had been cast. We passed around the oil, for anointing, and kissed. Someone began a low humming, and Pat started tapping out a rhythm on the drum. And we were all chanting, interweaving voices and melodies, as if different words were coming through each of us:

Isis…Astarte…Ishtar

Dawn and darkness…dawn and darkness…

Moo-oo-oon, Crescent Moo-oo-oon…

Pour out your light and your radiance upon us…

Shine! Shine! Shine! Shine! Shine!

and through it and behind it all, Beth was wailing on her kazoo, and it sounded like some strange Arabian oud, or a sobbing jazz saxophone, but we were smiling at the humor of it…

At the same moment, we all fell silent. Then we shared fruit, laughed, and talked about humor. We were thinking about a coven name, and someone suggested Compost. It was perfect! Earthy, organic, nurturing – and discouraging to self-inflation.

We are now the Compost coven!

The ritual worked. Whatever magic brings, it will not take away our ability to laugh at ourselves. And those fears grow less and less all the time. 

~ Starhawk’s Book of Shadows, reprinted from The Spiral Dance by Starhawk

I may not be a member of the Compost coven, but much like its membership I also have my fears and doubts. I too worry that it isn’t real, that it’s all just an ego trip, that all I really want is power, that I’m crazy…that I will wake up one day and discover that it won’t work, and it will stop. But I stand in the darkness and draw upon the radiance of the moon, and I work my magic and find those fears growing smaller by the day.

compost hands

So this year will be the year of making compost. I won’t make a resolution, but I will make an effort – an effort to take all that “shit happens” and turn it into some “happening shit” – fantastic fertilizer, awesome humus. And then I will plant my own garden and feed my own soul…and remember to always laugh at myself and take time to stop and smell the flowers.

COMPOST.

It’s my word for 2013.

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On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my Goddess gave to me…

twelve drummers drumming.

women drummers

On this, the final day of the twelve days, I have chosen to once again focus on a book in my own personal library…

When the Drummers Were Women is an inspiring history of feminine power and spirituality, a shamanic journey to call the beat back into our tribal hearts. Layne Redmond, herself an accomplished musician and expert on the ancient history of women in music, has written a book that delves deeply into the chronicle of women as drummers and leaders of rituals.

drummers book

As Redmond explains in the introduction of her book, handheld frame drums are among the oldest known musical instruments, and the rituals of the earliest known religions evolved around the beat of such drums. These religions were founded on the worship of female deities – the Divine Feminine, Mother Goddess herself. In these days of old, women’s bodies were considered sacred – due to their ability to procreate life. As a result, it was women who were the first priests, and sacred drumming one of their primary skills.

In modern times, drummers have been almost exclusively men, but more and more women are rediscovering their ancient birthright. Every year there are more professional women percussionists – including Dame Evelyn Glennie, a Scottish percussionist who although profoundly deaf, still mesmerizes audiences with her musical skills.

1_evelyn_glennie

Women today are on a spiritual quest, prompted by a deep longing to understand who they are and what their purpose in life is. Part of satisfying that longing is in rediscovering an ancient wisdom that teaches them how to connect – to themselves, to one another, and to the sacred energies of the universe. Drumming becomes a big part of making that connection, of raising those sacred energies. Everywhere women are coming together in sacred drum circles…seeking not merely to make music, but to create special bonds of consciousness and healing.

Modern archeology has discovered examples of drumming in ancient cultures around the world. From the caves of the Paleolithic to the pyramids of Egypt, from the temples of Greece to the palaces of India…sacred sound has had its place in the practices of ancient spirituality. And with such sound, the priestesses gave honor to the Great Goddess herself who went by many names.

ancient drummer

The ancient Cretan goddess Rhea sat in her cave and played her frame drum. The Egyptian goddesses Hathor and Sekhmet are depicted with drums on the walls of temples along the Nile. Durga, the Hindu warrior goddess, carries a damaru – a small double-headed, hourglass-shaped drum used for meditative practices.

But perhaps the best known goddess associated with the drum is Cybele, whose rituals traveled with the trade winds throughout the Mediterranean world. She arose from the remains of the Neolithic goddess of Catal Huyuk, an ancient city in what is now Turkey, that flourished from 7200 to 5500 B.C. In the classical world she became known and worshipped as “Cybele, the All-Begetting Mother, who beats a drum to mark the rhythm of life.” Indeed, her frame drum was one of her most important objects – symbolizing the moon, and the primordial egg of creation, whose beat is the pulse of life.

400px-Bronze_statuette_of_Cybele

With the onset of Christianity, the role of women as sacred priestesses and musicians was suppressed:

Women are ordered not to speak in church, not even softly,

nor may they sing along or take part in the responses,

but they should only be silent and pray to God.

~ Didascalia of the Three Hundred Eighteen Fathers, circa A.D.  375

Christians are not allowed to teach their daughters singing,

the playing of instruments, or similar things because,

according to their religion, it is neither good nor becoming.

~ Commandments of the Fathers, Superiors and Masters, circa A.D. 576

But the music did not die…nor did the women who offered up their sacred rhythms to honor the Divine Feminine. It continued in the guise of feminine angels singing the praises of the Virgin Mary…

angels with drums

Today, the beat goes on. More and more women are reclaiming their role as drummers, and writing the next chapters to the ancient history which is told in this book. Not only WERE the drummers women…they continue to be.

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