10 miles or so from Roll Rights
\nThe heavens opened, we
\nFelt the wrath of Winter rain
\nIts tumult frantically
\nReminding us it was Winter
\nFrom the apparent Spring refrain
\nWe knew however our ritual
\nWould clear the air again<\/p>\n
And reaching the stone circle
\nWith all its ancient charm
\nThe sun was smiling down on us
\nAnd the air was very calm
\nAnd in that gifted moment
\nThe light even and crisp
\nAdorning those bare branches
\nA delicate airy wisp<\/p>\n
of A beautiful natural morning glow
\nAs bright as one might see
\nClearly the sun and the trees enjoying
\nA tete a tete, and we
\nWere party to their wondrous thoughts
\nBut in minutes all was bare
\nThe branches dull and lifeless
\nBut clearly still aware<\/p>\n
The wind was somewhat hoary
\nThe ground was damp and cold
\nThe moles were clearly under ground
\nWith their playfulness on hold
\nWe had a little Yule tree
\nAnd all our paraphernalia
\nOur Winter Solstice mini play
\nAnd ourselves and a dried dahlia<\/p>\n
And various props and a jar of hearts
\nAll Related to our play
\nWe Placed them on a nice blue blanket
\nBorrowed from the Fae
\nA fire was lit, and licking the air
\nIt surely danced away
\nWarming the immediate area
\nOn this ever changing day<\/p>\n
The stones so ancient always
\nWhispering to those
\nWho place respect within the sphere
\nAnd set memories to prose
\nThe light was truly special
\nPicking up the wondrous sky
\nA scape of glorious magnitude
\nSuch magnificence on high<\/p>\n
Sweeping down to Chipping Norton
\nExposing roofs and lights
\nIt almost felt like faery land
\nNow within our sights
\nFriends came in their myriad robes
\nTheir energy engaged
\nVeronica Arch Druid
\nHer aura always laid<\/p>\n
Out for all to share and marvel
\nIn her continued glow
\nLed us through the portal
\nInto the circle we all know
\nAnd so began the ritual
\nThe Winter Solstice and
\nWith eyes and ears and hearts
\nWe all became one with the land<\/p>\n
Friends who had come from everywhere
\nAnd we joined together here
\nWe felt the perpetual energy
\nPulsing it was clear
\nAbove us the Moon awakened
\nBeyond the trees the Sun
\nCasting its pastel trail of life
\nBoth appearing to have won<\/p>\n
But sharing their vast countenance
\nAnd drawing from us much
\nOur warm breath rising solidly
\nClearly so in touch
\nWith the elements around us
\nOur accumulated air
\nWafting skywards an elemental
\nReason to be there<\/p>\n
Soaking up that aura
\nSharing all that light
\nAll that real commitment
\nThat clearly was in sight
\nThe mini play was spoken
\nThe Winter Solstice tale
\n5 players with ethereal notes
\nAnd a soft and musical veil<\/p>\n
That spread before us and over us
\nLuca’s brilliant piece
\nThat softly rolled into our minds
\nHelping to release
\nAny pent up emotions
\nBehold now all as one
\nWithin the encompassing circle
\nBetween the moon and sun<\/p>\n
There was laughter there was sadness
\nShared mirth all around
\nThen came the sharing of the food
\nWhen another ode was found
\nThis one took a different theme
\nOne of pagan lore
\nAnd of commerciality
\nThat clearly did ignore<\/p>\n
The nobleness of the Celtic souls
\nOf Druidic History
\nAnd set a peculiar path into
\nA future where we be
\nIt spoke of a certain beverage
\nAnd fly agarics charm
\nOf the speckled forest warrior
\nWhose poison can disarm<\/p>\n
A chortle here a chortle there
\nAnd the speaking stick took hold
\nAnd around the circle everyone
\nRecalled thoughts in the cold
\nThe wind was getting up a bit
\nJack with his frosty brush
\nAnd his easel were apparent
\nWe felt his darkly rush<\/p>\n
Down to Chipping Norton
\nAll the gold lights shone so bright
\nWe were sharing and were faring
\nWell despite the night
\nComing in now rapidly
\nOur feet and fingers they
\nWere tingling a bit I know
\nOur hot breaths too did say<\/p>\n
Much about the sudden drop
\nIn the temperature around
\nBut all got through their speaking roles
\nBefore they were homeward bound
\nHearts were opened freely
\nTears were shared by all
\nFriends from the past and from plains long gone
\nHad, answered our call<\/p>\n
They stood with us as shadows
\nThe Circumference it grew
\nWe closed our eyes and we lifted
\nTo greener pastures new
\nThen our gracious Arch Druid
\nAnnounced the 3 times HO
\nWe joined hands and we shared our breath
\nAdding to the glow<\/p>\n
We had sung a pagan melody
\nWhich had reached a wood that lies
\nWhere woodsman had been working
\nIt brought tears into their eyes
\nIts because we met them going home
\nAnd they stopped to tell us they
\nWere really happy to hear our dulcet tones
\nAlong their way<\/p>\n
By this time the cover of night was here
\nAnd the fire was made to low
\nDave the gentle fire chief
\nBathed in its latter glow
\nWe shared our fondest farewell
\nAnd all lost in the night
\nMade our respective journeys home
\nIn what was our ball of light<\/p>\n
To experience the offerings the aura
\nAnd the thought
\nThe silence of each moment
\nWhatever we had sought
\nTo share and give and offer
\nAnd realise the worth
\nOf being with each other
\nAnd just knowing the earth<\/p>\n
Another Solstice ritual over
\nImbolc the next to be
\nAt Clearwell Caves
\nIn the Forest of Dean
\nOn the 7th of February
\nDeep down in our mother earth
\nFrom the womb within
\nWe hopefully will once again
\nJoin hands and so begin<\/p>\n
A new year together<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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