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Bealtaine is one of my favorite holidays. One reason is simply because, unlike the Spring Equinox, Bealtaine truly brings the warmer weather to Northern NY. Another reason for my fondness is that it’s basically my unofficial Pagan anniversary. I don’t know exactly when I started the conversion process, but my first experiences with two Pagan groups that shaped my practice occurred on two separate Bealtaines. I get really excited about the High Day.
A small coven invited me to celebrate with them this weekend, but that didn’t work out for health reasons. My husband and I contemplated visiting our friends at Muin Mound Grove, but we ultimately decided to stay closer to home and rest. A marathon Bealtaine would have been fun, and would have taken me back to my college days when such a feat would energize rather than exhaust me. Nowadays, I’m a little more subdued, and my daughter keeps me so busy that I’m worn out before we even leave the house! I know many Pagan families with older children who are able to take long trips in order to attend multiple gatherings or festivals – I look forward to doing that again down the road.
So, staying home, I focused on the home. I cleaned it as best as I could, although I admit it’s never entirely clean. There’s always something in progress in my kitchen… I’m very hearth-centered, so I suppose that makes sense! I cleaned my altars, which Bee found fascinating as it gave her a chance to look at everything. We decorated our family altar with symbols of the season. We even made a little May bush with fallen birch and apple branches. We each picked colored ribbons to tie to the branches. It looks very festive!
In addition to making dinner, I made some scones on Bealtaine eve. We offered some to the Good Folk. This morning, I made pancakes as my mother told me my grandmother always made pancakes on the first of May. I love learning about and continuing family traditions, especially when they somehow line up with my High Days! Of course, an offering of said pancakes was made.
We did a little ritual the night before in which we gave offerings to the Kindreds and the Good Folk. We jumped over our altar candle for blessings and purification. Bee thought this was great fun. She wore the flower circlet I crocheted, a tutu, and her new ballet slippers – she’s quite the performer! This morning, it’s raining, so I just collected the rain water for purification and healing work. I made offerings to the only flowers blooming right now – lovely purple ground ivy – and picked a few sprigs to offer to the Good Folk on my doorstep.
Simple and sweet, but certainly inspired by tradition and full of fun and meaning for my family. Now we will look forward to the big protogrove celebration next weekend!
First, I want to thank @swampdruid for bringing the latest Wild Hunt post to my attention. Sometimes, life gets busy and I miss some of their fantastic content. With a busy toddler, work, and managing a protogrove, I rely on my connections to filter the good stuff my way. More on that in a bit.
The Pagan community is incredibly diverse, and that’s a beautiful thing in many ways – the sign of a healthy ecosystem, some would say. There are many who argue that Pagan clergy is antithetical to who we are, or that we are each our own priests and priestesses. People are certainly entitled to their opinions, but I feel that such strongly held beliefs, often passed down from authors who were just reviving Paganism in a very conservative West, can act as blinders to what history shows us, how the times have changed, and to our community’s needs. In the end, to such individuals, all I can really say is “to each his or her own.”
For myself, I embrace a tradition rooted in community. The Druids were the erudite spiritual leaders of their tribes. They were the advisors, the judges, and the teachers in addition to the priestly class. The lone “hedgedruids” came later as the times changed… The pendulum started to swing the other way, and indeed we’re still in that slow motion back to a time when we actually have educated, trained spiritual leaders in our Pagan communities again. Less of us are in hiding these days, so the very practical and inevitable past belief that we all had to be our own priests is not as necessary these days. Indeed, we should all strive to have our own personal relationships with the spirits we work with, lead our own household rites, and study for our own benefit – but we should embrace that we no longer have to work in isolation out of fear (although that fear certainly persists in some corners – we must not forget that).
Yes, part of why I joined ADF is because I loved the emphasis on studying the lore and improving our knowledge and practice with history. The other big reason is the community. In the US, at least, ADF is one of the biggest, most active Druid organizations. We are connected to each other, and our clergy training program, in my opinion, is one of the best out there. There’s certainly room for improvement, but places like Cherry Hill Seminary are out there to help fill in some blanks in the meantime!
If I believe that I am perfectly capable of communing with the spirits, why do I still need clergy? Why do I feel compelled to seek training to take on that title? My first teacher in the Druidic path, Rev. Skip Ellison, taught me more than he probably realizes. I watched him and the other Senior Druids of Muin Mound Grove; I watched and learned how to lead Druid rituals. He gave me pointers and encouragement. Liturgists for public ritual have different experiences and insights; they require related but diverse skills. In my opinion, someone used to solitary ritual needs to see good public ritual in order to learn how to facilitate such events for others. Just like good school teachers need mentors, so do ritual leaders. To continue the analogy with school teachers, anyone can learn themselves, but we turn to others for guidance. Good teachers guide their students to be better learners independently. I feel that modern clergy play a similar role.
Serving the community, teaching others, and helping others on their spiritual path as I improve myself, even without the official designation of clergy, has been an exhausting but fulfilling calling. I’ve brought people together and created something. The gratitude others show me for that is incredibly humbling. I’m constantly reminding the group that we are creating it together, that I simply cannot do this alone. I am striving to become clergy in ADF, to improve my own skills and knowledge, in order to benefit my community. Someone has to do it. Somehow has to step up and organize. There weren’t any open, active polytheist Druid groups in my new home until I decided to do something about it. People called to the roll of clergy give their time, energy, and money to bring people together so that others don’t have to feel so alone and isolated.
This latest column from the Wild Hunt, “Where is Community When Illness Strikes,” by Cara Schultz, struck close to home. It’s a moving account of the author’s struggle with colon cancer and what the experience is like as someone in a minority Pagan faith. One of my grovemates has been struggling with serious health issues for awhile, and as the group leader, I often find myself mulling over what I can do about that. What can I do about that? I continue to pray to Brighid, light candles, and reach out to my friend as often as possible. I sent her a card after her surgery, maintained contact with her husband, trying to encourage him. All this across an international border, too! That border… how easy it would be to bring a casserole to a grovie on this side of the river… Meanwhile, my job and family keep me very busy. My education in pedagogy has helped me lead, organize, and teach. My experience talking and working with others to create engaging experiences has strengthened my ritual skills. My talents at sewing have helped me make ritual tools to enhance and brighten our celebrations. I’ve had no training for helping others through difficult times.
Schultz reminds readers why clergy are truly important. It’s not simply that they teach us and help us improve our own skills. It’s not just that they are good at organizing events and public rituals. It’s that we need trained people who know how to deal with difficult situations, know how to help people navigate the spiritual implications of divorce, disease, war, death, and environmental destruction. We need people to schedule rituals for joy, but also to raise the alarm and bring in the best of the best for the most intense rituals of healing, mourning, and transformation. Official clergy status or not, we need people to delegate to others, figuring out who will make meals and provide childcare for those struggling in our community. We need people with official clergy status to navigate hoops and red tape to assist our brothers and sisters in the army, in prisons, in hospitals…
The modern Pagan community is maturing, and we need trained clergy. I’m proud to be a part of an organization working to make that happen.
I feel called to serve my people, and my lack of training in these difficult areas scares the heck out of me, yet I move forward, heeding the call. I can’t specialize in everything, of course, but I’m ready to learn and try to help people like me when they feel like they can’t help themselves. I often feel that I can’t do enough because of work or family obligations, but small steps in the right direction are better than hoping someone else will do it. I hope someone will be there for me in times of spiritual distress.
I sometimes fret that I’m not as prolific as I used to be. My Druid studies have slowed down, for sure, but my crafting has as well! I often lament how I don’t get to flex my artisan muscles the way I used to now that I’m so often occupied with a little one. I used to sell my one of a kind art dolls at local shows. I never made a ton of money, but it was enough to keep up with my hobby. The positive feedback from customers really raised my spirits and kept me going, pushing me to work harder at expressing my vision of the Three Kindreds.
I recently vented about just that, more or less, to another talented mama. When I got home, after having dinner, I got to work on a going-away gift for a grovie. It was a simple craft, one that would not take days to complete. Most of my work is like that these days, with the exception of the quilt I made for the recent baby saining. I realized that most of my work these days become gifts to family members, ritual objects for myself or my protogrove, or gifts for grovies – my spiritual family. The later is just another way that I give of myself to uplift my community. My grovies give so much of themselves to help our protogrove flourish – I love to give back to them. Until I started to think about this topic, I didn’t realize how much effort I put into perfecting my crafts to benefit my spiritual family. Here are some of the recent pieces I’ve made for my tribe.
My latest needlepoint – a gift for a grovie moving away after he retires from the army. That’s honestly the hardest part of having a Pagan group near a military base… Jacob will be missed! I included a very meaningful quote from one of our favorite chants. I’m happy with the needlework but I think I could have done a better job gluing it into the frame. I hope he doesn’t mind! Photo and craft by Grey Catsidhe, 2015.
A felt Goddess ornament I made for our last Winter Solstice gift exchange. She went home with Andrew. She was a first foray into needlepoint. Craft and Photo by Grey Catsidhe, 2016
Although I haven’t had a chance to make the more complex dolls I used to sell at craft shows, I continue to make smaller, simpler versions for altars or children. I made this girl gnome as a baby shower gift for Cassandra’s little one. Very simple, mostly because she needed to be free of choking hazards, but also very satisfying! Photo and craft by Grey Catsidhe, 2015.
- I took advantage of the fact that my daughter and husband were still in bed and made some time to meditate in front of my family altar. I forgot to do anything about the cats…
- I just tried a free meditation timer app (Meditation) on my tablet. It was very simple and worked well for my purposes.
- Boppy Pillows are excellent meditation cushions. My butt felt extra comfy!
- I’m the most disciplined meditator in all of Pagandom. Bow to me and exemplify my ways!
About six months ago, I performed my first Mother Blessing for my friend and grovemate Cassandra. During my protogrove’s Spring Equinox rite, I had the honor and pleasure of leading a baby blessing, or saining, for the bundle of joy who arrived around Imbolc. I performed the blessing as one of our magical workings. It was largely inspired and informed by the saining Rev. Skip Ellison performed for my daughter.
I blessed the baby in the name of the Kindreds – by fire, well, and tree. As I recited the prayer, I circled the child, held by her mother, with a beeswax candle. Then placed some of our blessed water upon the baby with a silver charm handmade by one of our grove artisans, Tan. Next, I placed my oaken wand against the child. Finally, as I recited a translated charm from Carmina Gadelica (page 192 from the CJ Moore edition), I sprinkled the baby three times with “wavelets” from our holy well. This resulted in much squirming from the wee one, and chuckling from the circle of onlookers.
Next I presented the child and mother with a quilt the protogrove put together. Secretly, I reached out to our members near and far, asking for bits of fabric representing the baby, her family, and protection. I received such a variety, and some of the personality of the group came through. I practiced using my growing needlepoint skills, Bee scribbled on some with fabric marker, there were fluffy foxes, whimsical owls, fireflies, spirals, a Goddess symbol, and several runes. It was the biggest thing I’ve ever quilted, and although it challenged me, I’m quite pleased with how it turned out! We passed it around the circle, touching in and putting our love into the blanket. Charged with care and protection, it represents the safety, love, and guidance of the community. Muin Mound presented a similar quilt to my daughter at her saining, and I loved the idea of a communal quilt as a sacred object – a child’s first magical tool. When feeling sad or scared, the child can wrap up in the blanket and feel the support pour in. As my protogrove grows, we develop our own special traditions.
After taking an omen for the child, I moved on to thank the Kindreds. I don’t think I planned the end of the working all that well, but my grovemate seemed moved and very happy with the working. Perhaps I should have some sort of musical signal, or a final exclamation? I also wish I had thought to set aside a special chair ahead of time, as I had to awkwardly find one right before initiating the magical working. As always, I’m growing and learning as I go along! Serving my community is such an honor. There’s definitely a pressure in that I want to do it to the best of my abilities, but it’s extremely fulfilling.