Happy Autumnal Equinox everyone!
As the leaves start to finally turn color around my Midwest stomping grounds, I realize that the brief time for rest is up for me. It’s time for me to jump into a new project. Specifically, it’s time for me to build a framework around my beliefs. this framework is going to include prayers, spells, holiday celebrations – the whole ball of wax so to speak. The energy for this endeavor is already around and within me. I feel an ache like I have never before in my heart and gut. Finally, the culmination of all the work on myself is coming together. I recognize now that I’m creating things for myself, blending my own beliefs, my ancestral bloodlines and traditions that I feel are right for me into a repeatable, workable methodology.
It will be fantastic to finally feel at home in a tradition I make of my own; a tradition I can share with others if they want to know what it is I do, but mostly one for me, where I know I’m going to make a difference by doing the practices I create for myself.
So with all of the energy spinning around me right now, where the heck is this creative block coming from?
I know that I’m not going to be able to pull everything together in a matter of months. Heck, it might take me a full year just to figure out what works for what holiday. And that is fine. But the surprise is that I’m having a heck of a time writing a prayer right now, much less any ceremonies or spell work.
Writing down this type of thing isn’t new to me. I’ve been in many covens and written a significant number of rituals for full moons, training rituals, rituals for high holidays, spells, you name it. And I am longing to do this work. I ache to do it. The joy that I have felt over the past year finally figuring out how I ‘fit’ has been fantastic. I am eager to play my part and move forward.
Yet, as much as I want to, I cannot put into words what it is I am feeling right now; I cannot figure out how to truly convey the simple prayers of adoration that I wanted to start with. I am literally aching to put pen to paper, yet it feels like the language is totally foreign to me.
Perhaps I stay with this feeling for awhile and just wait for the words to come. Perhaps I have to start with another prayer, or give up on the thought of using eloquent and descriptive wording for not. I’m not certain what direction this is going to go. So right now I’m just going to express my longing for this next project (and a bit of my frustration), and see what the coming days bring to me.