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Consecrating a Sanctum
By: Kes Date: January 20, 2025, 6:33 pm
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[center]Wendy MacTiernan
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“To be rooted is to say, here am I nourished and here will I
grow,
for I have found a place where every sunrise shows me how to be
more than
what I was yesterday, and I need not wander to feel the wonder
of my blessing.”
― Kevin Hearne, Shattered [/center]
Druid of Ordú Croí de Ndúl (Verbena)
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"Blessed Cailleach Bhéara, Wise Hag of Winter, grant me your
consecration of this, my áit naofa. Keep it separate and sacred
to my draíocht and my ceird." I light a candle of silver swirled
with a deep blue, pushing a tiny sliver of quintessence into the
wax and thus the boundary.
I've started in the north, and will continue to do so until the
vernal equinox, with one exception. Imbolc will also find me
starting in the east. Wouldn't do to start other than with
Brigid on her own day, after all.
Moving to the east, a candle of white swirled with a light green
is lit and another sliver of quintessence imbued."Brigid,
Triune, Healer, Smith, and Poet, grant me your consecration of
this, my áit naofa. Keep it separate and sacred to my draíocht
and my ceird."
South now, a candle of warm yellow, swirled with a deeper green.
"Áine, Summer Sovereign, grant me your consecration of this, my
áit naofa. Keep it separate and sacred to my draíocht and my
ceird."
And finally, in the west, a candle of deep orange swirled with a
golden brown. "Flidais, my own Urra, Lady of the Forest, grant
me your consecration of this, my áit naofa. Keep it separate and
sacred to my draíocht and my ceird."
Thus are the four quarters invoked. Slowly, I can feel the
purification take hold more each day, making this a holy place
in truth. I've decided this smaller herbarium will be mine
alone, and a larger one attached to the greenhouse will serve
the entire Thicket.
I spend a little time puttering, making sure things are where I
want them, each cube labeled on the pull-out with the correct
herb, both common and scientific names. Most of this has been
done already, but I'm just enjoying my space and imbuing it with
my own resonances. The only place nearly as comfortable when I'm
done will be Ash's and my bedroom, which will be a sanctuary of
a different kind.
Eventually, I sit on the floor, warmed by the brazier, and let
myself be aware of the entire area, knowing each knot in the
wood, each stem and leaf of the plants around me, connecting and
binding myself to them. This will be a piece of me in a very
real way.
After a while I pull my senses back into my body and unfold
myself, shaking each limb in turn.
"Buíochas, Flidais, I offer, for your attention this day." I
snuff the candle, leaving the sliver of quintessence with the
others I've invested. Widdershins, each in turn is snuffed with
a brief expression of gratitude to the respective goddess. I
leave the herbarium and the area with a happy sigh and a sense
of another brick laid in a wall meant to both contain and
protect.
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