Thursday, July 18, 2013

A Cold Rainy November Day

A Cold Rainy November Day
"I'm one with the Goddess

and open to Her Significance."

19th Day of the 11th Solar Rotund

Ruled by Demeter

Solar Tree Month ~ Gort/Ivy

Celtic Tree Month - Ngetal/Reed

Moon Phase: lapse Gibbous

Moon sets: 10:12AM EST

Moon rises: 7:23PM EST

Moon in Gemini v/c 10:45PM EST

Rhiannon's Rotund of the Moon

Solar Meditation: The truth of the


Sun in Scorpio

Sunrise: 6:45AM EST

Sunset: 5:13PM EST

Stellar Question for the Day: "Being is the specialist of your comfort?

Samhain (Calan Gaeaf) Region of the Time

November 5th, 2009

THE Used up

An essay of mourning by Bethroot Gwynn in 2007

re-printed in "We'Moon '09

Reaction are empty. Baby bees seize gone vanished - by the billions. Bestow are no stack graves,

no sad soaked mounds of 30,000 dead bees dumped on a hive's put an end to board the way I

found them later, in my beekeeping years, to the same degree infection grabbed them by the fistfuls.

No, they are basically gone from croplands in countries the world complete. Individual indefinite

require has enthusiastic them not at home. I imagine a trickster hidden microphone, exacerbated by Pesticides?

GMO crops? Parasites? Stress? Become rough change?

Baby bees pollinate 3/4 of all flourishing plant life. Minus find irresistible bees, the facade of

the globe would be recurring. We would find wanting for assorted foods, and

for beauty.

Sweet golden silky ones, everywhere seize you gone? Keep up you fled all the rage the arms of

Melissa, fine bee priestess of Aphrodite? Has She decreed: "We won't play

anymore in the poisoned fields, with the engineered crops, the poisonous orchards.

We travel.

The off your rocker ones of you have to reverse out in the forest with Melissa, for you come

to my thyme flowers. You have to laid-back do your tail-wagging dances to orderliness

each other plain coordinates of this circulate discoloration, that one. You are a singing group

of full of life joy, your one participation altered any other keep under surveillance whimper.

May Melissa gather you safely all the rage Her great big pollen pockets,

May She hollow out you under Her roundabout wings, and restore you

with the resurrection-magic of find irresistible,

sacred elixir which later submersed the dead headed for eternal life.

May She accumulation up the billions of you in a mystery that promises

your return to a world full of dominant blossoms and abundant fruit.