Elections Day

Today is elections day in Israel.
There is not really anyone worth voting for. So I voted for the lesser of all evils, which in my opinion is the new left wing party Meretz. They will not get many seats but it is better than nothing.
Since the murder of Prime Minister Rabin, this country is turning more and more to the right.
It is scaring. Candidates like Lieberman who preach facism are on the rise.
In the last few days I noticed that a few pagans in the Israel Paganism blog wrote in favor of the war and one even mentioned voting for Lieberman.
This makes me very sad.
I also feel that very, very few of us are Reclaiming. I can count them on the fingers of one hand.
It makes me feel very lonely. To be pagan, Witch, Reclaiming in a hostile environment.
But I am doing the work of the Goddess. She keeps me going.
I some times wonder what am I doing here. In this planet, in this place.
Why are people so greedy? So violent? Waging wars in name of Allah and Jeova.
Destroying the planet and the life forms in it? Burning, polluting, destroying.
Who is this species of such a strange behaviour for self destruction?
I sometimes feel I do not belong here.
But in my opinion it al comes to self awareness. People are not aware of themselves. They act like machines. What can be expected of a machine?

Just now there was a hail storm. Round pieces of ice all over. The floor is white. Pieces of leaves on the floor. The hail cuts the leaves. It is quiet rare in this part of the world.

It is raining today. Snow on the high mountains. But not enough rain. Not enough water.

Honoring Brigid

Me and a friend priestessed an Imbolc ritual for the local community. At first it was planned on top of a very high mountain near a well, with two old oak trees. One in the middle of the well and one on the shore. But the weather forecast showed winds over 35kmh and local showers.

So we did it closer to the central area not far from the sea. As a surprise many people came. We did it ouside and had a nice fire inside the circle.

As I felt in need of a more intimate ritual I did one in my home.

I came up with a poem. Strange I've never written a poem before. English is not my mother language and whenever trying the words would not come up.

Somehow I feel I don't have a fluent mother language anymore. Everything is mixed up.

Untill 7 years old I spoke only German, then school in Brazil speaking Portuguese, living in Europe - english, coming to Israel -Hebrew.

So here it is:

On a mid winter's eve.

The cry of a falcon

flying over me to see

announcing the sunset.

for the ritual to begin.

At my place of power

Engulfed by fire

Fear at first

By Brigids presence reassured I was.

To let myself be consumed

by the sacred eternal flame.

To ashes I turned.

That She gently collected into a glass container.

Reborn anew I was.

Full of energy.

But some more moulding, and forging was needed.

So molten Iron I became.

Reshaped, healed.

Brigid's instructions to me:

The sacred mantle on my partner to heal.

Whenever in need.

To look into the candle's flame.

To look at the Sun.

For there for you I shall be.

Bleessed Be Brigid. Goddess of the Winter Sun.

And so I did after the ritual, I called my partner into the room and put the red sacred matle on her to be healed.