Through all of this week I am doing rituals from a distance for very special people in Vermont. I like to do my rituals here at dusk when the evening star appears on the horizon. A starry twilight is a magickal time.
And who shall I say is calling?
I do this simple little ritual with my handpainted ostrich egg, red stones from the Great Karoo, an old chant for fecundity, birthing, renewal, healing, balance; and a kind of high-intensity focused breathing to help overcome the distances. From the Overberg to green Vermont is just a hop. skip and jump.
And who by fire, who by water
who in the sunshine, who in the night time
I first began working my healing rituals from a distance for my loved friends in political exile, for those left behind in Zimbabwe, for those who felt rootless and scattered. I called them home in my rituals, held out a long and winding cord across the oceans and continents and years apart.
As I grew bolder I began to do small hopeful rituals for those lost in places that are nameless, those far away in depression, those in bereavement, those beyond the veil. And those in proximity but distanced by anger or misunderstanding. The energy going out from me like concentric ripples in a still lake, like heat waves in the Kalahari, like an embrace across the kitchen table. May all be well with you, my beloved friends and those unknown to me but beloved by others.
And who by brave assent, who by accident
who in solitude, who in this mirror
who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand
who in mortal chains, who in power
and who shall I say is calling?
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