Opening the Faerie Hill

DFaery Circle

Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we go
Moonwise in our circle
Dancing with the flow.

Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we spin
To waken all the Sidhe
In the mound within

Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we dance
Lead us to the Otherworld
Spinning in our trance.

Danu, Danu, Danu
Three times round we sing
Happy all together
In the Faerie Ring.

A Morning Prayer for Danu

Danu, Danu, Danu
Flowing rivers and streams
We are bathed in your love.

Danu, Danu, Danu
Your Body, this beautiful Land
We suckle at your Breast.

Mother of All
Redeemer of Souls
Source of all that is Holy.

Bring peace to all who suffer.
Bring health to all who are ill.
Bless us this morning as we arise.

Bless us with food and drink
A warm hearth for all
And shelter from the storms.

We offer you sweet milk
Our bread and fruit, gifts for you
With grateful hearts, we share.

Danu, Danu, Danu
Flowing rivers and streams
We are bathed in your love.

Danu, Danu, Danu
Your Body, this beautiful Land
We suckle at your Breast.

Mother of All
Redeemer of Souls
Source of all that is Holy.

Invocation to Cardea

Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Eurus who echoes memories of new growth and springtime. You who looks forward and backward in time, blow your sweet breath upon us.  Allow us to feel you on our skin, the gentle wind blowing on our faces as we open to you in the morning.

Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Notus who speaks to us of the brilliance and warmth of the summer Sun. Remind us of the joy of children who skip along, hand in hand, swinging their arms, singing songs of summer.

Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Zephyrus who sings of the Cauldron of Rebirth. Open the door to allow that which is no longer useful to us to leave.  At the same time open us to the flow of life as we birth newness into each day.

Cardea, in your starry castle at the hinge of the universe, we call to you and your son, Boreas who whispers to us of Life-in-Death, and hints at the seeds within the fallen fruit. Ground us in the knowledge that we shall always find sustenance and renewal in the nurturing life on Earth.

Cardea, Mother, whose power is to open what is shut and to shut what is open, remind us always to listen to the winds.

 

Honoring This Place

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We are creatures of the Earth.  We are of Her, on Her, and connected to all that She is.  She is the Land beneath our feet, the Sky above our heads, and the Waters that surround us.  We stand with Fire in the Center, and are One with the Creative Spirit that weaves through us and all that is here with us, connecting us to this sacred place we call Earth.

Feel the solid ground beneath your feet, the dirt, the grasses, the rocks and stones.  See the mountains, the trees and the many plants rooted in this holy soil.  This Land provides all that nourishes our bodies and all of the animals, birds, reptiles, and insects that live here with us.  If we pay attention, there is nothing that we cannot learn and know from this.

Now look around you.  See the Sky above, the blue or the grey of it, the clouds, some streaked, some looking like large pillows, some white, some grey, or tinted pink at the sunset and a lovely yellow orange and sometimes purple at the dawn.  Breathe the air.  Feel the breeze in your hair.  Know that the rains and storms, the lightning, snow and sleet are all of the Sky.  Some of her creatures take to the Sky, leaving the Land to soar above us, carrying seed or pollen so that more might grow on the Land.

Listen for the waters.  Hear the rushing creek, the loud waterfall, or the roaring waves of the Sea.  All water leads back to the Sea.  Sweet water, replenishing water, hydrating all that lives on her shores.  Here too, live all sorts of creatures, their every need provided.

This is home.  We cannot live without the Land, the Sky, or the Sea.  This is our Holy Trinity, holding us, nurturing us, giving us what we need to live and die and live again.  And the sacredness of our love, our compassion, and our holy Fire of Inspiration, feeds our souls, enlightens our minds, and guides us, for we are One with All that is.

Cardea. Mother of the Wind

I feel your breath on my skin like the gentle wind blowing in my face as I open to you in the morning. I breathe your air, feeling it enter me, and it becomes our breath, sweet air – shared with all that is.

Dew-fresh, I am called to gaze upon your beauty. I touch your sweet petals; they unfold, soft as velvet to my touch and I am renewed by your awakening.

Words come to me in gentle currents on the air as I breathe. Words that inspire, words that lift, words coming from my heart and my soul, sharing myself with You.

Beautiful Cardea, Keeper of the Four Winds, you who lives behind the North Wind in the starry castle at the hinge of the universe, you who is Mistress of all Openings, I call to you! I invite you to share this magical space with us!

Blessed Be

Dew Kissed and Beltane Blessed

hawthorn gathered in the may
atop a tree of birch
gaily blowing in the wind
rainbow ribbons spin

queen of may, jack o’green
bless the fields and land
lively dancing kissing twirling
ribbons in the hand

king making, goddess blessed
sacred vows of ancient days
wrapping ribbons round the pole
dance the sacred ways

spread the grass make a bed
lay upon the land
spill the seed bless the night
lovers hand in hand

come my love, walk with me
we’ll lay upon the grass
our love to bless this night
and watch the moonlight pass

dew kissed, we shall awake
a blessing to the Earth
and greet the sun on morning rise
with laughter and sweet mirth

By Deanne Quarrie

May you be kissed by the dew!
Many Blessings, Deanne

Be ~ ing In Your Embrace

Be-ing: In Your Embrace

I feel your breath on my skin like the gentle wind blowing in my face as I open the window to my garden in the morning. I breathe your air, feeling it enter me. It becomes our breath, our clean, sweet air.

You surround me in vibrant color with red, yellow, purple, and blue wildflowers dancing at my feet. Sweet and pungent, your scent drifts toward me, warming me, reminding me of loves I have known. Memories of passion, each embrace a sacred moment with you.

Dew-fresh, I am called to gaze upon your beauty. I touch your sweet petals; they unfold, soft as velvet to my touch. I am renewed with your awakening.

My own heat rises as your sunlight streams upon me. With your energy pulsing through me I am transformed. Passion stirs in me. I am at once lifted, seeking and yearning for your embrace. Feeling my heart, beating to your rhythm, I am reminded of the joy in life.

Your Holy Waters bring forth life. Sweet gentle stream, I lay beside you in such pleasure. I dream of loss, renewal, and then, hope. I feel the life force of my womb, which once brought forth life. I recognize your flow in my blood, my woman’s blood, now but a memory in this crone’s body, still strong and sure.

Suddenly I am in all waters, first riding the wave of the ocean, reveling in the speed of my body moving with the wave, then in a cascading waterfall, which showers me in newness.

I lie on the ground and feel you, Mother. Your cool, damp soil runs through my fingers, and I feel the moistness of your body. I am grounded, held close in your embrace. The grass nestles me in softness and I am strengthened by the simplicity of your care. I am healed by your love, Mother.

Seeking to pull the warmth of your golden rays to me, I reach for you in the sky and feel your heat like that of a lover, quickening my pulse, my body longing for surrender.

Earth and Water, Wind and Fire, you surround me all my days. All that my eyes gaze upon is of you, within me and without.

Creatrix, Mother of All Life, I thank you for this experience of Be-ing in your embrace.

Eurynome

from space I arose
awake in the great nothing
that is all potential.
the great swirling field
the empty void of space ~
all that can be
all that is ….

my joy, so complete,
be-ing overcome with delight.
my body moved
in ecstatic pleasure
ripples of laughter
bubbling forth, I am
lost in my intensity …

I dance forth creation
dividing earth and sky
dancing on the waves,
birthing the north wind
creating in my joy.
lost in my dance
I am all that is.

Deanne Quarrie June 1, 2003

Her Breath

I am a child of the Earth. I live and breathe, walk and dance upon Her face. She is my source and I learn from Her each day. This I know…
Life begins in the dark as Desire.
Deep in that dark place life begins to form, taking root and becoming…..

As life stirs…… deep in the Mother’s Belly, there is a gentle quickening, movement that alerts us to a “knowing” of the presence of something yet to come.
As the Earth prepares Herself with warmth, the rains and waters come and flood the land, nourishing the soil in which She is creating new life.
Earth and Water and Fire come together and Form continues to take shape.

One last thing is needed. Just as new form emerges, She breathes Air upon it. Her Breath, giving Life to all that She has nurtured.
Earth and Water and Fire and Air

Deanne Quarrie

I posted this poem, I believe as my very first poem in this blog. It is the time of year that the Her Breath truly brings forth life.