Gloves, Memory, Power, Opening

The last few days have been challenging from a spiritual practice perspective. Every time I tried to turn inward I felt like I was meeting static, and my physical insides weren't feeling too good either. This morning, however, I woke up feeling clear inside and out.

I dreamed last night that Ereshkigal gave me a pair of gauntlets that symbolized my ability to open the gates of the Underworld. This is a significant step as a priestess, and means that when the time comes I will be able to preside over an authentic Descent for another person.

At my teacher's suggestion, I've started working with Learning Ritual Magic, by Greer, Vaughn, and King, in order to start learning some disciplined magical techniques. I'm blending the work into my existing practice, and will trust that between the guidance of the gods and my teacher I won't take on too much at one time. But it seems to be the right time for me to start learning these things.

( Memory and Power and Opening )

Snow - and Memories

I woke this morning and was surprised to see a dusting of snow on the ground. Ah well, it's the first of December, I thought, and was glad that it was likely to be melted by mid-day.

Except that now it's mid-day and it's coming down thick and fast, with no sign of stopping.

I'm glad I'm home, that it's the weekend and I don't have to worry about getting to work -- or not. I wish, however, that the wolfling was with me and not twenty miles away. On the bright side, her father grew up on the east coast and knows how to drive in snow.

( Snow also brings back memories. . .  )