Katherine Ariadne (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kariadne) wrote,@ 2007-07-19 07:06:00 |
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| Current mood: |  grateful |
| Entry tags: | community building, diana's grove |
June Intensive at the Grove
I'm still processing all the ways this year's story, and particularly *this*part* of the story is affecting me. I was at Diana's Grove from June 28th through July 1st and it seems that life leading up to it and since then is at a heightened state of "profound."
The Mystery School is living the Tam Lin myth this year, and we were just at the point where Jennet has gotten pregnant and Tam Lin says he will meet her again the next afternoon. He doesn't show... nor the next day, nor the next... Of course he's in the land of faery where time runs a little differently, but Jennet feels betrayed and after weeks and weeks of indecision and confusion she comes to a decision and reaches for "the bitter herb." And in the silence of that moment, that moment as she is reaching her arm out and pulling the herb from the ground, she hears Tam Lin's voice. "Hold on. Believe in me. Hold on."
The story as we are living it is allegory. It's the story of a mortal in love with a dream. I am a mortal in love with a dream. Dreams don't know time as we do. (For example, I expected my dream to have manifested a good URL by now.) I have at times felt betrayed by my dream and have come so very close to wanting to give up. In the silence of the weekend I was able to hear my dream again. To know that my dream needs me as much as I need my dream.
Big. And that's not even all of it!
That weekend I went to an optional afternoon session facilitated by Asherah using some Jean Houston material. She gave each of us a sheet of paper that tells of an epic journey, but it's all blanks. Something like this:
"Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of the woman/man of __(what nature?)___________, driven by __(what forces?)__________, after..."
And then we each filled it in to tell our story of the pursuit of our dream. It was personally powerful for me to stand up and read it dramatically to the group. Let me share it here:
"Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of the woman of integrity, driven by the vision of a community which raises children as spiritual beings, after contemplating and imagining it for years.
"She has remained right where she is, invited those who would join her, attempted to hold space for community, suffered collapse of self confidence, learned to act "as if," and lost the illusion that perfection is possible.
"She has struggled to slay her own demons, striven to find and improve the tools she needs, and now yearns for the courage to see her vision in the eyes of others. Begin the story, Muse, where you will, and sing of our time, too."
Now, Tuesday (yesterday) a friend of mine within my local community e-mailed me her "grandiose dream." In a point by point comparision with my dream, we have a lot in common: An organized community. Workshops. Study groups. Book discussion groups. Consistent and meaningful seasonal celebrations. Clergy to assist with wiccanings, handfastings, funerals, etc. Web site with resources.
The things we each listed that weren't in the other's list seem to me to be the pieces that complete the puzzle. We are going over our schedules now to find a time to meet and discuss. To conspire. To breathe together. To dream together.
I feel like I'm falling in love. That falling feeling that I told my Circle of Support at the June Intensive that I almost always resist but wish to allow myself to enjoy more. Now I have that chance. Synchonicity.
In the silence of that weekend I was able to hear the call of my dream again. Now, I'm calling to my dream to come, come into reality...
