On this last full moon of summer, we harvested wisdom. Just before sunset we gathered at the beach to honor the Roman Goddess, Vesta, and her undying flame.
Our rituals, songs, and words were incantations to invoke the spirit of Vesta that lives in our home (the place our soul resides). In preparation for this time of extending dark nights, we readied ourselves to be the flame of wisdom and shine light into the darkness for our loved ones.
Donna Scheflier, led us in the opening of the sand dollar ritual. It was symbolic of our inner knowingness and of giving flight to our dreams. At the water’s edge we broke open the beautiful sand dollars to discover the tiny doves within, that were waiting to be released.
As I gave instructions for the blind~guide walk, I wondered, is this an exercise, ritual, or practice? It was and lesson in trust and tender guidance. The ladies partnered with an unfamiliar circle sister, one became a guide and the other a blind (eyes closed) seeker. They softly touched, and with very little words, the seer guided the seeker down the beach and around to a sea treasure prize. The seeker kept her eyes closed and trusted that her guide would not let her stumble or fall.
Like the Vestal Virgins who kept Vesta’s flame burning for centuries, we Moon Mothers kept our camp fire burning throughout circle speak time. In lieu of our traditional talking stick, we kept order by way of wisdom wands (12″branches of apple wood). One by one, each woman shared her words of wisdom, then placed her wisdom wand into the fire.
Still seated around the fire, Leah led us in the song, I am Light, by India Arie. Still singing, we slowly rose to our feet and transitioned to chant and move to, Earth my Body, Water my Blood, Air my Breath, Fire my Spirit.Happy Autumn, may the spirit of Vesta inhabit you home.
Thank you Erica Crawford for the wonderful camera work.