Of late, I’ve been on a rather way out inner journey with Hestia.
Begin at the beginning, right?
Ok.
Back in 2004 when I was on a little journey to meet up with my (primal) Wordless Wummin …chit happened.
“I have danced with her, but never quite knew what that feeling was all about. The visualization made all of the difference. Key points – clay, water, rocks, sun, the breeze in the trees. All elements were there. My hands were empty of a gift to give her- I opened my arms and she took my clothes! She danced and decorated the trees with them. Another point was that she poked me one I was naked- she was making the gesture that we were the same. Her gift to me from her cave was a clay lamp – roughly made, smooth and cool to the touch. I had a full vision of myself. It was a lot like watching a movie in a way.”
Fast Forward to 2007 when I am creating a webpage for a Sacred Hearth……
Hullo Hestia. :-)
She strolled right up and said ‘Oi! That looks like a sacred hearth- thank you very much’
Quick click to NOW:
I was skipping happily through an exploration of Pentacles… and Wordless Wummin shows up in my journey:
“I came out of my internal sacred space by way of a dark tunnel. The tunnel opened wider and wider until I could stand up. I stepped out into a clearing that was surrounded by a loose ring of trees. Dressed in a white nightgown, I wandered the clearing. I was waiting for anything, anyone, And Nothing came. I sat on the ground; I rocked back and forth, waiting. I felt very lonely inside, with all the waiting. I occupied myself by stripping off the nightgown and covering up with it. Hiding. Peeking out. Hiding again.
I wandered the circle again, dragging my nightgown along behind me…trailing from my right hand. As I looked around, I felt like maybe I was done waiting. That maybe I was here, like the trees were.
I went around the circle of trees, rubbing up against them. I could feel the stinging scrape of the bark against my back, legs, thighs and arms. I made the circuit. I wondered briefly if I was making a statement or of I was mingling with the trees. I wondered if I was marking to say that I existed there too. Maybe this was an offering of sorts. I thought a lot of things….
With debris in my hair, my face dirt streaked, and my body somewhat scraped raw in places- I felt very much okay. The next moment brought me Wordless Wummin. From nowhere the thought came that this was why I was there, to meet with her. That she was who I needed right now.
The dance began so quickly, that we were no longer separate. She took me into her. We existed in one body, together…dancing. Dancing- the dance was shifting from one foot to the other, a mimicking of a monkey dance I suppose. We danced and danced, Sweat mingling with the dirt and blood and debris from the clearing. I had that thought, that feeling. I turned to her within this body we shared and asked… “Show Me, show me your message ….” And like SuperBitch she shoved me right out of the shared body and onto the floor of the clearing! I was picking my ass up , in shock and was all “THAT is showing me?? What the fuck?!” She reached out, and hugged me to her tightly, loving on me and took me within…. Once again we shared the body. And then, suddenly she again pushes me out. My ass on the ground again and AHA. Ok. Thank you. I am her- She is me.
We danced the dance again… and we shifted within to coexist within one body. “
--So, I’m happy with the revelation that we are one. That I need to express myself just as I AM. From center, the gut. Sometimes words are not enough, (duh!) and actions speak louder and with a great deal more clarity that any amount of rambling. And…. *I AM HER*
Did I mention Keys? Oh the freaking keys. Scads of keys. Keys on posters I’ve been sent by a publisher. Keys on spam mail at work. Keys in pics sent to me by a groovy galpal as she was getting her tattoo (real not henna!) Keys…. Also… umm.. yeah.. a symbol of Hestia.
A splendid friend is also exploring pents and she had created a fire altar and this clicked for me… Fire.. Center … Flame… Center of the flame…!
Next thing you know here I sit with a groovy henna tattoo of a symbol of Hestia on my left foot & a fire in my belly ready to roll.
Add to that the click of remembrance of the 2004 and the Wordless Wummin and the lamp! .. Lamp being a symbol of Hestia. Le Flame! Direct hit on the message from AFI via tattoo’ed splendid galpal.
“we all form one dark flame” ~ Miseria Cantare
This is a wild ride. That I think I like. It’s healing. No. It has HEALED.
Where once upon a time I was ALL about service… I had to holler for a retreat from the front lines and take my wounded self off to the dark sparkly cave for some ME time. Now, I’ve used the key, the flame, and my personal belief in Service to heal and come full circle back to a place I remember, love, and am oh-so comfy in.
*listen to theme from Welcome Back Kotter*
