When you save your own life, you save the world. When your actions are bold, you inspire others to act boldly. When navigating the moment using all of your senses, you awaken the sensuality in the observer. When you speak wise life mottos, it heals the lives of the listeners. When you hold the space as a nonjudgmental witness, you ignite the action of one’s true spirit to shine. When we engage in divine feminine ritual, we wield the power of magic, and the Goddess delivers profound gifts.
On this warm Harvest Moon, we gathered at the beach to dedicate our ceremony to Vesta; the Roman Goddess of the hearth (heart of the home). We chanted and drummed our way to water’s edge. Once there, I felt all the invisible Goddesses join our circle. Aphrodite, Freyja, Saraswati, Mawu and other divine spirits enlivened our actions. Women who had never before blown the conch, loudly sounded the Goddess trumpet. Those who don’t normally go into the ocean, stood strong as the waves washed around their legs. Our simple ritual became a symphony of chanting, drumming, conch blowing, dancing in the waves, teaching, doing and witnessing. Then with no audible instruction, our water time was over. It was as if Vesta had rung a silent bell, signaling time to gather at the fire and share soul wisdom.
In honor of Vesta and the Vestal Virgins we shared wisdom around the fire. We kept the flame burning by tossing a wisdom wand into the fire after speaking our Soul words.
Until we meet again, remember, your smile is contagious, a word of encouragement ignites the muse, and there is magic in ancient ritual.