Winter Solstice table at Bru-na-BigTree, Blue Mountains, Australia: June 2012
Today I got the maroon fabrics and white ribbons out ready for decorating our place – for ceremony in MoonCourt on the 21st June, and I printed copies of the ritual script for myself and students who will be coming on the 9th June for preparation: that script is offered here – Chapter 7 PaGaian Cosmology …. scroll down to “Winter Solstice”.
To begin … a poem from Pablo Neruda, sent to me by a friend
Keeping Quiet
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language,
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
let’s not speak in any language,
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness…If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves
with death.
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness…If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves
with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead in winter
and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
–Pablo Neruda, Extravagaria,
[translated by Alastair Reid]
I am planning to be a bit quieter this Winter.
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