We drift towards Lammas in the Southern Hemisphere … after the Summer Solstice, the peaking of light, the fullness of being, there comes the falling apart: the rose, the flower, peaks in beauty, then she fades, falls apart … the petals drop, and the seed is exposed. Sometimes the falling apart, the dissolution, comes abruptly to life … there may be a shattering. On such an occasion I wrote this poem:
– all the stock taken out of the cupboards.
Strip them bare
Pull apart my knowings
– rip them open, let the connections be severed.
Expose all the parts, every cell
to the sunlight
move it all around
mix it, mix it
skim the dross
With mortar and pestle pound Her
Is She mortified sufficiently yet?
Has She seen it all yet?
Pound Her more, take it from Her.
Like panning for gold ……
is there any?
What will be left?
The grit, the metal, the stones
found at the bottom of the wash
This is the new composition.
Begin composing it now.
Write it, sing it, melt it back together,
re-Form it, re-Cognize it,
breath it, dance it.
Let it grow
Praise the Dark One who dismantled you dear
who took off your robes
She took you apart
– because you lusted to know
Now She has filled your cells,
your blue print
with new possibility
– bled the poison
emptied the cup
that it may be filled.
Glenys Livingstone December 1995 C.E.
That’s what the Darkness is for. It is the end of something, perhaps a great beauty – but it is the Place of re-Composition, and beginning again … the Omega and the Alpha can never be separated. Lammas – the new Dark, and Imbolc – the new Light, are hand in hand across the Wheel.
With the grit found at the bottom of the wash, as one might find if panning for gold – as we are in our holy Quests … I found the new composition, the material for composing. I wrote it, sang it, danced it, re-Formed it, re-Cognized it.
In counter-balance to Imbolc’s dedication to the nurturance and Brigid-ine truth of the particular self, the Lammas dedication may be an opening to the cataclysmic truth of the larger Self. It is a time for ”making sacred” – which is the meaning of the term “sacrifice”.
More Lammas and Imbolc connections: Making Sacred: Space for the Not-Yet
Blissings of the Poiesis of this Seasonal Moment
(c) Glenys Livingstone 2014