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Poem of CloudCatcher

The Poem of CloudCatcher (themes of 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017)

We dance the elemental serpent paths over the edges of the ordinary into the cauldron of CloudCatcher.
Birthed from the fiery core into the starry heavens, this living earth is formed.
We come to learn from you.

Here is Animal. Here is Land.
We are Family of Blood, Bone and Spirit, dancing our Surrender into Love.
Our Hearts Blaze –

Reclaiming our wild blood, we return with fierce love.
The crossroads open and stars rain down into the dark heart of the land.
This tribe rises –

Falling, sinking, rising, dancing. We are caught by the cracks.
Bewildered, we listen to our land.
Re-wilded, we serve with joy.

Wild love becomes a fierce blessing.
Through the fiery dance of poison and nectar,
we trust the darkness,
and re-join the chorus that colours the dawn.

Cradled within the arms of our mountain, we turn deep within.
Vital forces rise.
Labouring with our familiar shadows; fierce feelings and gritty parts, we flow into a song of synthesis.
Reforged, our tempered dark hearts become our armor of love.

CloudCatcher 2016 Day 4 – Labyrinth Path

Today was bitter-sweet as it was the last session of the Labyrinth Path- WitchCamp is drawing to a close. At the second night ritual we had drunk a sweet potion, filled with beautiful herbs, which had not been finished. We each took a small amount of it this morning, and poured it out onto the land as an offering of gratitude to the Fae and all spirits of place, before dismantling and closing the Faery Gate.

We removed the threshold first, with love and care, before slowly unravelling the adornments, and dismantling the structural pieces. Many of us kept the pieces of ribbon and twine that had been used for the gate for our ongoing work with our allies. We then changed the path of the labyrinth back to its’ original form- the 7 Path, Minoan Labyrinth.

 “We journey the labyrinth in meditative silence. In this silence we listen to the voice of our soul, the voice of the land.” (Path Intent)

We had the opportunity to walk through the labyrinth individually a last time; I felt slightly melancholy, not wanting to give up this beautiful creation that offered so much, but encouraged by these feelings to work with the power of Labyrinths more often in my practice.  I stopped in the centre of the labyrinth and had a moment with the altar, reflecting on the past for days, and feeling thankful. As I walked the path back out again, I looked to the future- bubbling with excitement for the creation of the next labyrinth, whenever that may be, and for my ongoing relationship with the Fae.

 “We journey the labyrinth in community. Together we forge the path of conscious truth. Together we weave our magic.” (Day 4 Intent)

We then held hands and walked the labyrinth as a whole group, eyes open- seeing each other, in meditative silence; Listening to the voices of our souls and the soul of the land.

 

CloudCatcher 2016 – Day 4 – Elements

Golden threads lay in our circle. The final pieces of our elemental weaving. Spirit and ritual. We begin by passing around magical tools representing each element. I am feeling both excited and nervous. Having had many amazing, intense but also scary experiences with energies contained in objects I release my apprehension and sink into trance.

Earthen elements of platter/pentacle. Heavy, sturdy, dark, damp, dry. I see a wreath and glimpses of yesterday’s trance. Tectonic plates and cracking darkness.  I embrace a new and deeper relationship with earth.

Wand. This is strong, intensely fiery. I see and feel a phallus, smooth and erect. The crystal tip emanates and directs energy. The invitation is to play and I move it around, observing the effect before passing it on. There is a personal flavour I feel is too sacred for me to spend too much time with.

Air. Athame. This too feels rather fiery as I am struck by the personality of the piece. But I move beyond this and sense into its usefulness. Swiftness, directness and tool of communication. Something cuts through bullshit, unapologetically. I see wind’s force. This is no light breeze.

Finally, I hold a potion Janet made in ritual the night before, held in a honey jar. Chalice.. cup of life, container of emotion. Water. I am reminded how glad I am to have learnt to cry and my eyes feels moist as my heart gets heavy. I touch grief, visually and in the container of this body.

We gather our skills and hold a simple ritual of gratitude and healing for this land, her faery queen and give thanks to our teachers Fio and Kellie.