Call of the Circle
Of course I felt the call to Cast a Circle last night… Seems simple right?
I mean usually it is, I just walk over to my handy dandy (but a little wimpy) altar, collect what I need, center myself, call the elements and cast my circle.
Yeah, so I was kinda staying at my parents house for a visit, sans altar.
But this call was strong. Something wanted me to sit down and listen. I just needed to make the space so it could speak.
Luckily, my Dad is a mild hoarder. His barn is filled with all sorts of odds and ends! So I got a flashlight and went hunting!
When I’m calling a circle, I need the elements at my side. Air to bring clarity and amplify my intuition. Fire to give me strength and courage. Earth to ground me and bring me wisdom. Water to promote reflection and self-healing.
So I had a mission, I needed representations of the elements.
Usually to represent air, I use incense.
But with none to be had, I thought about using leaves.
(I guess if they blow in the wind they count?? but seriously is there some kind of criteria? Its kind of vague. Do they have to fly a certain distance? Do you have to witness the flying in the breeze?)
You can see that didn’t work for me.
My Dad keeps chickens!
A perfect representation of the element of air.
So, I searched all over that barn for a lost feather, and in a back corner I found a beautiful grey and black feather. SUCCESS!
Now fire, I had already sorted out, but not easily.
Do you think I could find a dang candle in that farm house! Mwahaha.I was so naive.
Decorative candles as far as the eye can see!
None for actual use… I searched and searched.
I was about to settle for a white birthday candle. But in some little random closet under some VERY NOISY dishes, was a candle that was not decorative! SUCCESS!
Earth. My element. It calls me with such intensity.
I felt I needed a representation worthy of that call.
The answer was so simple, it became somewhat elegant in its simplicity. The farm. The homestead. The very ground I was walking on.
My family has been there for 160 years.
One hundred and sixty years of history worn in to the very ground.
I found a mason jar that my Grandmother had used.
I walked through the dark, to a tree, planted long ago, and dug into the ground.
Rich earth, the homestead, my home.
A worthy representation.
Water was quite easy. I used another of my Grandmothers mason jars.
Ran some water from the tap, the farm runs on well water so it felt… I don’t know. Clearer.
I was set!
I scurried back inside, warmed up my fingers, and cast my circle!
And I listened, learned, and I grew.