Tonight I performed a very simple ritual – my first in over twelve years. I put a piece of silver in my well (and was thankful I like beading), lit a few candles, said some simple lines, and briefly reflected on the water and the glow of the flames. Before the ritual I was nervous. I kept worrying that I was going to mess the ritual up, or wondering if it was wrong that I didn’t have the lines memorized. Old habits die hard. In spite of those doubts I felt calm during the ritual, especially staring into the flames.
Over the past week I’ve felt more and more drawn towards the Tuatha De Danann, although I feel like I don’t know what that means yet. I’ve been thinking about the Morrigan and Manannan Mac Lir. Brigid and Flidais are hovering on the edge of my consciousness.