You don't have to speak: you can do it in the dance
You don't have to hide: you are safe within the dance
All of us are free in the heart of the dance
So mote it be, in the name of the dance!
The circle is here; it lives in each of us
in perfect love and perfect trust.
The circle is here; it lives in each of us
by S.J. Tucker
I found this artist today. S.J. Tucker is an amazing songwriter, and her voice is to die for. I feel that she may have captured the pagan spirit in my heart with her Blessings Album. The songs are absolutely gorgeous, rough, and absolutely mind-bogglingly wonderful.
She can move from hauntingly ethereal in one song to a rowdy song that reminds you of a bar song… despite the sacredness of the words. I love it.
Her voice actually makes me feel a bit more… meditative. And I can’t help but sing along with her the more I listen to her. She’s just amazing. A real inspiration.
Moving on.
I also found myself today contemplating my spirituality vs my life, and I realized that I have been contemplating everything I need to do far too much. I need to just relax. You’d think I would have figured out how to do that by now, but nope. I’m still pretty bad about stressing.
It’s beginning to get a little aggravating, honestly. I think I will try to do my Intention Ritual tonight. If I can’t manage it tonight because of children, then I’ll definitely do it sometime tomorrow. I also have to start moving my stuff into a bigger binder… for the book of shadows I mean. I am starting to run out of room. LOL.
I truly didn’t expect to have that problem. Odd I know.
Hymn to Herne
You can say your prayers, work your rites
burn your little candles day and night
you can shimmy 'til dawn to the pounding drums
but you best be ready when the Horned One comes, yeah
If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn,
dance a ring in the gathering storm.
If the Solstice time gets your panties in a wad,
it's just the coming of the Horned God
chorus
He will call you out, make you sweat,
give you a blessing that you'll never forget.
So revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run:
Blessed are the children of the Horned One!
Hunter who tracks outside of time,
guardian lord of ancient rhyme,
brother stag in the musky glen
and consort of the Goddess in her woodland den,
we call you forth as we make our way,
walking in your power every day.
Guide us true in our hunt this night
and maybe even later in the Great Rite!
chorus
He will call you out...
If you wake to the sound of a hunting horn
dance a ring in
the gathering storm
revel in the chase and let your heartbeat run
but you'd best be ready, little one!
You'd best be ready when the Horned One comes!
chorus
He gonna call you out...
by S.J. Tucker
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