Sunday, September 23, 2007
You know that saying, When the student is ready, the teacher will appear? Also true when I read something that answers my latest questions.
I ran across a post regarding Mabon that begins: "Harvest, for me, used to be a far more literal thing..." And goes on to say"...Very little of what I had planned to accomplish this year has come to any sort of fruition, if it sprouted at all. Some plans started to grow straight and tall, only to flop over like an inadequate boyfriend before anything useful came of them."
"The lovely thing about a spiritual relationship with Nature is that you come to understand that each year is a life cycle--birth, growth, decline, death, rebirth, all come within a single Turning, and like life itself, are renewed every year."
"And so, before you lament those things left undone, those ideas gone feral, and those best-laid plans that went spectacularly awry, remember that this, too, shall pass. Both the beautiful and the harrowing pass. Success and tragedy, life and death, all pass. Trying to hold on to any point on the Wheel won't stop it turning. Those things we harvest one year must be sown again as seed the next. We are not owners, but conduits; we are both the weavers and the woven, but the tapestry is never finished."
What she said. Today I will examine my harvest and shut the barn door. Closed for inventory. (Figuratively.)
(from: Dancing Down The Moon)
I ran across a post regarding Mabon that begins: "Harvest, for me, used to be a far more literal thing..." And goes on to say"...Very little of what I had planned to accomplish this year has come to any sort of fruition, if it sprouted at all. Some plans started to grow straight and tall, only to flop over like an inadequate boyfriend before anything useful came of them."
"The lovely thing about a spiritual relationship with Nature is that you come to understand that each year is a life cycle--birth, growth, decline, death, rebirth, all come within a single Turning, and like life itself, are renewed every year."
"And so, before you lament those things left undone, those ideas gone feral, and those best-laid plans that went spectacularly awry, remember that this, too, shall pass. Both the beautiful and the harrowing pass. Success and tragedy, life and death, all pass. Trying to hold on to any point on the Wheel won't stop it turning. Those things we harvest one year must be sown again as seed the next. We are not owners, but conduits; we are both the weavers and the woven, but the tapestry is never finished."
What she said. Today I will examine my harvest and shut the barn door. Closed for inventory. (Figuratively.)
(from: Dancing Down The Moon)
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