MinaMeow

Call to pagan kinksters in NYC…

Anyone doing (or want to do) something spiritual for Samhaim? I feel called to do something honoring the journey I’m on, but I’m admittedly new and unsure what I should do. If I were closer to Cauldron Farm or Ramblewood, I would prolly be asking to walk the labyrinth… but alas, no such luck. Perhaps a few of us can honor our paths together? Let us walk our own labyrinth, shed our sorrows into the fire, and be reborn.

Walk between the worlds, bravely down the candle road.
The light will lead you deep into your core.
Move into the center, add your sorrow to the coals
with incense rising, steady as a prayer.
Though the heart is heavy as the dance is burning down,
may you raise your eyes and never bow your head.
We are not alone.

It only takes the tiniest of fires sometimes
to light the way you knew was aways there.
In the heart of matters, it’s the journey keeps us warm,
the lights that lead us where we are to go.
May you raise your eyes and know with every step:
we are not alone.

We are come to the labyrinth tonight,
walking one by one.
In the dark of Samhain, a riddle burning bright,
and candles waving down.

It only takes the tiniest of fires sometimes
to light the way you knew was always waiting for you there.
In the heart of matters, it’s the journey keeps us warm
and the incense rising steady as a prayer
May you raise your eyes and never bow your head.

We are come to the labyrinth tonight,
walking one by one.
In the dark of Samhain, a riddle burning bright,
and candles waving down.
We are vessels of the highest love
in a lesson, burning bright, the lesson of our lives.
When all our sorrows cauldron into one,
be reborn, this Samhain night.

We are come to the labyrinth tonight,
candles waving down.