Friday 21 December 2012

Reflecting on the Season

 You're bound to hear a lot about my local woods on this blog. I love my woods. Of course they're not mine in a property-owning, access-rights kind of way. But in every way that counts they are totally mine. I know their hidden secrets and rarely trodden paths. I know which blackberry bushes ripen first, which bear the largest fruits and which the tastiest. I know which Elder trees bear the most buttery blossoms. I know where I'm most likely to catch a glimpse of a Kestrel, or an Egret, or a Kingfisher. I know where to find each of the nine sacred woods, which trees like a hug and which would rather be left alone. I almost always find peace when I'm there, though the roar of motorway traffic pervades it doesn't detract from the energy of the woods.
 
 

Today's walk went much as usual. There is a circle near the entrance to the woods, built for children from local schools to have outdoor lessons. I begin by standing in this circle and centering myself. I then draw down energy from the Universe through my Crown chakra, blending it with my own energy, and radiating it out and over the ground to be taken in by whatever needs it most. I only take a minute or two to do this as my dog is usual whining, anxious to get going. And so we set off on our walk.
 
 
 
It was almost the exact moment of the Solstice, ultimate balance. The things that struck me the most were the Elements, and reflection and balance. Someone nearby had a woodfire burning and the smoke drifted through the trees like Autumn mist. It is rare to experience fire in the woods, and although the flames were not there the odour of the smoke reminded me of an underlying passion, not a sexual passion, but a passion for a belief or idea.
 
 
 
We've had an awful lot of rain lately (even for England!) and the land is saturated. I have never seen the woods so flooded. Huge pools have collected in the glades and meadows, and rills trickle across the path to join the ponds. The clear still water acted as a natural mirror and made me think of the serenity that comes from balance.   


 
The wood, trees, and the rich fertile loam represent the centring security and fertility of Earth itself.
Most noticeable by its absence was Air. There was plenty of air about of course, the woods doesn't exist in some kind of vacuum! But it was still, there was no wind, not even enough to stir the leaves. As I am normally someone who massively overthinks things I took this as a sign. I need to stop thinking so much, use the stability of Earth as an anchoring base, trust my instincts to guide me, and follow my beliefs. Not a bad gift to receive at Yule.
Now if only I can actually do it . . .

Thursday 20 December 2012

A Beginning at the End

Today is 20th December 2012. Tomorrow is Yule, and there are only 5 more sleeps til Christmas. My house is a mess, I have 2 Christmas cakes to ice, half the presents left to wrap and one still to make before we leave to visit my sister and her family for the holidays. I don't have time to start a blog. But today I took my dog for a walk in our local woods and realised that I need to do just that.
 
A few years ago I joined Sacred Mists, an online college for Wicca and Witchcraft, to learn more about a spiritual pull that had been building in me for some time. It was a great place to learn, a great community with lots of resources and support, but after a couple of years there I felt I'd grown in a different direction and I left. I'd made lots of lovely friends, a couple of mediocre enemies, and learned enough to get me questioning things, which I feel is a great way to learn. It's been almost a year since I left and one of the things I was surprised to find I missed was the spiritual journal students are encouraged to keep. That is what I aim to do here.
 
So, what does "Always Eba" mean? Well, at Sacred Mists students are encouraged to choose a magickal name or pseudonym to use within the college. As a child I had been given a fabulous book called "Eba the Absent-Minded Witch" by Elizabeth Froman. It's a great story about a scatterbrained witch who came to visit a little girl called Jenny and her family, and never left! Eba had a drawstring bag overflowing with half-finished knitting, peppermints and various other bits and bobs, and her life was just as chaotic. It's one of the few books I kept from my childhood, and when the time came to choose my name, Eba is what sprang to mind. When I decided to begin this blog I thought about using a different name, about starting anonymously. But that felt wrong. I am Eba, and I always will be.
 
Eba and Jenny
 
My path is Pagan. That's the closest to a pigeon-hole or label I think I'm likely to get to. I'm not Wicca, or Asatru, or Druid, or Witch. I'm Pagan. I do not worship, but I do honour ~ the Gods, the Goddesses, but above all the Earth, the Land, Nature. My intent is to follow a spiritual path without turning my back on the science and logic that underpins the structure of the Universe. I believe both Fact and Faith can and should co-exist without stress or strain. This is, as all spiritual endeavours should be, an ongoing journey for me. I am far from perfect. I have some learning from books and schools, but most of what I know is what I have seen or learned through my own explorations. I do not claim to have ANY answers, but I hope to gain some along the way. You are most welcome to join me.