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And Laguz kept appearing in syncronicitous ways throughout the day, the sea rune, the
rune of hidden riches and mystery! Of terror, and fury, and utter confusion, and yet also
of silk and gold and reveries of graciousness (Nietzsche).
And goats! Thor has a close connection to goats. We celebrated how knowing,
collected, assured, adaptable, tricky, durable, flexible, and just plain weird goats are.
Nobody messes with Goat. Goat is low key. Goat doesnt gab his mouth when he should
be silent. Goat doesnt give away his full abilities, doesnt show his hand out of
narcissism or insecurity. Goat keeps it real. Goat is permanently, impeccably
unflappable. Goat keeps the magic of its membrane in flourishing order. Goat knows
that horns are to be worn, not goofily tooted. What a truly awesome role model.
Ritual, not Routine
Then the third phrase came, and it was a verbal crack of thunder as it sprang from
Donovans lips: Ritual, not Routine. Yes! Lets not have lives of routine: numb, stupid,
clanking, ornery, dogmatic. Repetition can also be playful, flowing, artful, even
creative. It can have rhythm and flow and wit. We can move through all the must do
this tasks of life with hang-dog heads, or with halos of fire and supple limbs (in a
casual/subtle/low key way if you want of course).
Its all in how you let yourself attach meaning to the things that unfold. Change the
meaning, change yourselfwell, who knows what sort of brilliant consequences that
might have (you might not even notice them)?
Ritual, not Routine applies literally to the art of doing ritual observance and we were
doing ritual, not empty rote motions! It was sacred play. And this goes beyond into all
of life. The whole of life is potentially a ritual: improvised, filled with joy, serendipity,
learning, healing, growth, courage, and patience in the face of challenge. We forget this
at our peril, falling into the factory farm of our own dullness. Yet it takes so little to stay
in the dance, in the joyous.
Love life is not an item to be checked off on some to-do list, some roster of
accomplishments. And it has nothing to do with the arbitrary turning of events. In this
we aligned ourselves with a tradition that stretches from Lao Tzu (and earlier) to Cicero
and even to Nietzsche, yet without any self-consciousness or reflective pomposity: that
to love this life is wonder, is its own reward, is nourishment complete. That we find
love for life when we give love, not when we churlishly try to force life into the shape
that we ignorantly think is best for us. After all, in an infinitely complex universe, who
can really be sure of what is best for them anyway?
And to those who disapprove of our light feet: perhaps you need a dose of Nietzsches
frhliche wissenschaft, his gay science, his dancing seriousness and courageous
frivolity. Being ponderous and heavy has nothing to do with being profound. Let
yourself embrace the vulnerability and power of dedication and play admixed!
We drank toasts of delicious mead, charged with lashings of chanted Thurisaz runes.
We laughed and prayed and affirmed and quaffed. We drenched the hammer and
offered it up, our sacrifice. We splashed mead on rock, tree, sky, sea, cloud, every
hidden delight of that sacred place. We offered our gratitude liberally.
We ate our lunch happily. We talked to spirits of stone and wood on our walk back
through the forest, the mead sending us into buoyant clairvoyance and exuberant
inspiration.
We talked and ate into the night, and sang, and played music, and warmed ourselves in
the glow of family and dogs and the full moon, and laughed at the limp literalism that
sometimes haunts folk that call themselves Heathens, and marvelled at the privilege
weve been given to flow so easily into the spirit of things (and vice versa).
And I have to re-emphasise nothing said here takes away the reality of the challenge
and difficulty that life presents. If we try to force spirituality into being a magic bullet
for the ease of our burdens then chances are good it will not long tolerate our
presumptuousness, our pandering to our egos fear of suffering (which is not a trivial
thing, but nonetheless which need not be made the maxim of our actions).
The trick might be to get beyond the mole-vision of bean-counting ones entire life into
allotments of effort (lots) and ease (never enough). There is no guarantee that any of us
will see out our journey in the way wed consciously most prefer, but with our eyes
fixed on the horizon (and not on our feet) our chances are that much improved, and the
toil of the path might be somewhat lessened (and if not then so be it we are here to
learn, so lets not miss whatever opportunities we are given).
All such caveats aside, I want to express my profound gratitude for these fine gifts,
these three principles of religious/magical/cultural practiceand for living life, too:
Wyrd trumps Will
Invoke with Laughter
Ritual, not Routine
I pray I remember, and keep living out my remembrance, of these terrible, wonderful
thoughts.
Hail Thor!