I’ve been posting on Facebook this week, leading up to the Women’s March today. I’ve put those pieces together here so I have a record of this powerful time. This place where we can practice love…in the time of the falling Tower.
The Week Before the Global Women’s March
Inauguration Day:
Knowing something of US history is a comfort as we face (the presidential) transition. The republic is flawed, for sure, the country polarized, the citizenry capable of disdain and hostility towards the parts of the nation that don’t conform to their standards, whatever those are. You do yourself no favor to think this is the worst or the best thing that has ever happened. It is neither. It is not as wonderful as some think nor as dire as others do. Try not to be surlier than necessary to the folks you have othered today. A republic is a tricky beast and requires an involved as well as informed citizenry. As a passionate member of this American culture, try to be a citizen today and not an obnoxious, self-serving jerk. Words to the wise.
Later, that same day…
While you are avoiding watching the inauguration (if you are doing that), please think about what you personally are going to do in your town or county to make the transition out of patriarchy and into the world we want. Community garden? Childcare co-op? Health center? Tai chi for elders in parks? Helping children with homework? Making art–music, theatre, poetry, sculptures, dance? Assign yourself to listen to people who need to be heard? What are you going to do, dear citizen, as the Tower falls and we rebuild the world?
Monday.
This week.
Begin this week with a song of praise–to the Earth, to the Divines, to your Ancestors. Ground yourselves deeply and get your shields up, singing them into place. There—that’s better. We are standing under a waning Moon, slipping into Dark Moon next week. Many of us are anxious and even fearful about the upcoming events. I will be here all week, bossing you around on social media and encouraging you to remember who you are.
So many of you have worked abiding processes for personal empowerment–well done, you. And now we are going to practice the uses of that sort of energy. Like a well-made blade, we will wield these potent magics in service to our communities, our circles, our kindred.
If you have neglected or removed your personal Ancestor altar–today is a good day to replace and refurbish it, to feed your bloodline. To re-member who you really are.
Breathe deep. Hold fast. Fear not, in these Tower Times. These are the times we were made for. Fear not. Fear not.
#LoveintheTimeofTowers #BeTheWitch #KickItDown
Tuesday.
This week.
You began with grounding on the Moon’s day. You honored your Ancestors. You fed them.
Today, take this noon-time to honor the land spirits that cluster around us and the ones that go about their business with no care or thought of us. Take them something shiny. A shining dime or a bit of mirror or some mica–take that outside for them, with maybe a piece of candy.
While you are there, in the world of the world, feel the solid foundation of the dear old Earth under your feet and renew your grounding. Remember the complex narrative that is your body and honor that, too.
Exercise your common sense and keep your wits about you. For this is the Tower Time we’ve been discussing for so long–days of dismay and courage, nights of reclamation and healing.
Tuesday.
Hold fast that which is good and, as always, fear not.
#bethewitch #LoveInTheTimeofTowers #danceontheashes
Wednesday.
This week.
In German, it is Mittwoch: the middle of the week. It is liminal, a gateway, the hidden door in the secret garden. You have been grounding deeply this week and raising your shields. In love and with respect, you have honored your Ancestors, the land, the Divines as you experience them.
Good.
Today, with one foot in the beginning and one foot in the end, straddling the doorway…today reach out with your hands and seize this time. Mid-day, mid-week, mid-month. Balance now your expectations and your fears, your courage and your vulnerability.
Holding fast to all those possibilities, feel the dear Earth’s energy flow up and through you, strengthening you, re-membering you.
You got this, this transitting white-water.
It’s Tower Time, as you well know.
Looking forward and holding fast to the good, the real.
Fear not. Fear not.
#bethewitch #LoveintheTimeofTowers #kickitdown
Thursday.
This week.
The energy is ratcheting up. Edges are crumbling. The center can’t hold.
Or can it?
You know what to do, beloveds. Pull up a swift protective circle and arrange your magics according to your skills.
Gather what you need from the hedges and edges. Create your clockwork shambles and set them in motion.
Join me now, in the center, in the heart, of this great working. We stand shoulder to shoulder with our Kindred, our Ancestors, the ageless spirits of the land. We are a mighty cohort, patient, waiting.
A chord is struck. A bodhran speaks. The little pipes begin and the great pipes warm up.
We are readying ourselves for the exquisite moment.
Hold fast.
Fear not.
It is time.
#LoveinTheTimeofTowers #bethewitch #danceitdow
Friday.
This week.
Night has fallen in the southern highlands of the old Appalachian mountains. In my house, we are replacing the furnace, readying the gardens, preparing for our annual celebration of Rev. Charles Bryan at Burns Night.
This day has brought what we need and, for some of us, what we want. There is a wild swing amongst emotions on social media and in society. There is mourning and fury and joy and satisfaction.
Today I heard a train whistle and a love song and a woodpecker in the maple tree.
And I heard you.
We are standing at the gates, the great pipes skirling around us. We are fearless and proud, far-seeing, strategic, cunning.
There is a culture to heal and a world to build. There is healing to be found in the darkness, nestled in mystery. You are the weaver and the healer, the web and the seeker.
Tower Time. Engage it. Own it. These are the times we were made for.
Hold fast. Breathe deep. Fear not.
#LoveintheTimeofTowers #bethewitch #kickitdown
Saturday.
This week.
Dawn.
As the Sun rises on this day, my social media feeds feature words of determination, of comfort. Women are sending blessings, encouragement and sensible caution to marchers across the globe.
Very silly hats are everywhere, belying the strength and fury that strides beneath those perky ears.
Go ahead and underestimate this event, this moment, this action.
These women. Because this is different, this one. It has been building like an ancient relentless tsunami for so many generations, so many Moon cycles.
The energy surges not from the top down, not from the capitol to the wildlands, not from the civic plaza to the hearth. Reverse it. From heart to hearth to town square to county seat to state capitol to the boggy seat of the republic.
Underestimate it. We smile when you think that. We smile and plan.
We have brought a battering ram shaped like Eve and Gaia and Grandma to the gates of power. Wherever those gates stand. Even if they stand in our own souls.
It doesn’t begin today. It continues, this work of many hands and hearts. Spiral in, spiral out. A clockwork of deepest freedom, of desire, of joy.
We are come to kick it down. And to dance on the ashes. And to rebuild the world.
Breathe deep. Ground yourself in the dear old Earth.
Fear not.
#LoveintheTimeofTowers #bethewitch #kickitdown