Ah, Midsummer. As we survived the ‘Wettest Drought’ (Luchdorca), we were very glad indeed that Monday’s ceremony actually had sunlight as we arrived. I kid Ye not, it was a pleasant and lovely evening.
The key worked! So we could get in at last and enjoy the beauty of the Grove itself, it’s not often we get to see it in daylight. And despite the bleating of a nearby sheep who sounded like it was ‘pretending to be a Sheep and actually saying “BAAAAAAHHH!” (Ladymorgana), we could appreciate the serenity of the surrounding green. There was also a bird of prey spotted as it glided into one of the Grove oaks.
We were even joined by Greenwinterking and Mumsie, neither of which we have seen in a whilst, it’s always good to see friends new and old.
Luchdorca led the opening and closing of the ceremony, but it was our newest who led the main rite, Lèithin Cluan and Briseilid who took centre stage and took us on a journey through time and space, heart and soul, physics and metaphysics- you get the idea.
Leithin opened up with a Shakespearean poem, then told us about the balance of light and dark. Briseilid told us of the Oak and Holly king, and how the time of Oak had taught us a lesson this far into our personal journeys, pausing on reflection and how radically my life had changed since last year, she wasn’t kidding!
I was asked to light the fire in our new burner, and thereby failed all my scout training and allotment skills went out of the window as it was in fact Greenwinterking, who got the flames to flare up and thrive. Looking back on it, the act seemed appropriate, was the Holly not now the new Green-man king? Hmmmmm?
We were each given a piece of Oak and were instructed to meditate on what we have learned in the Oak king’s reign. We then walked clockwise (fine, deosil if you want to get technical about it) and when we were ready, we were to cast a thing that meant something to us, but we would be willing to let go of into the flames. We could say this aloud if we wished, but it wasn’t essential. I think we all did.
After the circle was disbanded, we waited a while so we could take some of the Midsummer ashes with us. This provided an ample opportunity to set up our picnic as we talked, ate and drank. Looking around, I found it nicely amusing that we had created a ‘fairy ring’ all around us, and sure enough it was the only thing remaining after we left…
Druids having left their solar reverie,
Left behind nought;
But a grassy ring most Otherworldly.
I found the ceremony had clearing effect, and having cast my piece into the flames, I honestly felt liberated from that part of my life which was now over. Congratulations ladies! Definitely one to do again.
And why did Greenwinterking take that piece of burnt wood? Stay tuned and find out…