The last day is always hard for me. This camp was especially difficult because of the connections I had made, knowing I wouldn’t see many of these wonderful faces for a long time. When we started drumming and chanting in the beginning of path, the rhythms and energy oscillated effortlessly, seamlessly, beautifully, like we had been playing together forever. We sang together – separate but one, joyfully and with sorrow. When we ran Iron Pentacle for the last time together, we stood back to front in a line, so close we were almost touching. As we ran iron ore energy, my Pride was balanced by the Passion of those in front and behind, their Power balanced by my Self. And when we went back to Sex – our connection with the world at the top of our head – all our energy finally aligned in a row, strong, and I felt it whizzing back and forth through all of us, connecting us all. When we ran Pearl, we stood in a circle facing in, so our fingers were almost touching.I felt Liberty pass from the person on the left flow into my Wisdom in my right hand, their Law pass to my Knowledge. And my energy was passed to my friends beside me as well, so the energy we shared oscillated right and left and right and left, strengthening community, balancing each other, until it all came back to Love.
Two new pentacles were offered in path today as well. A pentacle for priestessing: Facilitator, Mentor, Teacher, Healer, Priestess , conceived by Margi and other EarthSong witches earlier this year. The second was gift from Freyja via Gede: Soverenty/Love, Life, Lust, Power, Beauty. This path has been a journey of pentacles and balance for me, of grounding and strengthening my core being.
At the end of path, we performed spontaneous ritual. Not a word was spoken; we just started. Huddled together, arms supporting each other, we sang our souls, our pain, our pride, our wishes, our joy, our everything and nothing. We sang our community, our togetherness. Wordlessly we raised tremendous amounts of energy, like waves crashing from the sea, like magma bubbling up through the earth, like the ancestors’ call, like the scream from the mouth of the raven. We all just knew what to do.
Farewell, my fellow chariot priestesses, and all my love. It was an honour to travel the narrowing path with you.