There was a wonderful convergence in planning our ritual, one of those delightful things that happen at the end of a witchcamp. Twenty one people have a very short amount of time to plan, first in groups of four and then altogether, and the ritual core coheres like it fell to us from the sky. Short is good, encouraging us to pare down to the essentials and to hold back while a few facilitate. From the moment the first group said their piece (and I was in the last), our ritual emerged almost exactly as it had appeared for me too, echoed and enhanced by the other groups, with inspired additions: how we would ground and cast, what focus to give the energy we raised. Even the song with which to witness our dedications and charge our objects was the one I had wanted to sing from first waking — I imagine I’m not the only one!
And then there are the things you don’t plan. No one had suggested a song for after we had raised energy. It just came out on its own (I think!), from something Jarrah said during his benediction, a variation on one adapted from Rumi, which had been used as a call to ritual earlier in the week:
Come, come, wherever you are
Even though you’ve broken your heart
a thousand times
Come, come again
Perhaps the ritual was not perfect. Perhaps there were pieces missed out, that others had hoped to be in there; surely that happens with something planned by so many, so briefly. But it was sweet and beautiful, full of warmth, love and healing, and we take this into the world.
Thanks so much to our teachers Jarrah and Firefly, you are wonderful and we will miss you!