It’s a dark rainy day. Quiet in the house. Nothing stopping me from doing a session of meditation or trance work. I made myself ready and waited for the wisdom to come rushing in. And waited. And waited.
What to do when you’re sending your brain all the cues that something is ready to happen and nothing does? Sometimes I stubbornly will it to happen. I force a solution. Today I thought I’d take a different approach. I’d let my mind have its way. I’d let it run rampant if that’s what it felt it needed. So much for wisdom I thought.
First my mind went to the approaching new year. In a week or so it would be time to celebrate Samhuinn. My first on the path of Druidry. I had celebrated the holiday years ago when I was practicing Wicca. This time I knew it would feel different. Not sure exactly how. But it would be my first Samhuinn using a set ritual to mark the event. I am going to do my initiation into OBOD self ritual on the 31st. This will mark my serious start of their program. And they have a wonderfully deep and spiritual ritual to denote this date. I will easily remember my anniversary date this way.
Then there’s the actual ritual to commemorate Samhuinn. This I will perform on the 1st. Again thanks to OBOD for providing such a powerful ritual. I look forward to actually doing these two rituals back to back. Should make for an energetically strong couple of days!
Next my mind flitted to thoughts of the Morrigan. As the first deity I’m studying on this path she occupies a far amount of brain matter. All of the books I’m reading about her. All of her depths of ambiguity. All of her many aspects to learn about. If I was to be called by a goddess that offered a place to sink my teeth into it had to be her. Of course she called me! She knew I was up for a challenge.
Next up on the hit parade was thoughts about ogam. I just this past week started studying it. So far on this new plain of mental battle I’m struck by the similarities with the Norse runes which I’ve been studying for years. They both historically trace their way to similar times in history. Both were gifts from the gods — Odin the runes Ogma the ogam. Both made their way into the hands of those of us in this level of reality. Both are alphabets. That’s how far I’ve gotten in my studies. But not a bad start for someone with a Nordic background.
And then the thoughts slowly drifted back to the mundane. I had to go to the bathroom. I was hungry. I decided to call it quits for this session. I had started out with high hopes of gaining wisdom. All I got was a flurry of mental gymnastics.
But maybe I thought to myself that was the gift of wisdom right there. Maybe sometimes you have to release your mind to wander aimlessly. Perhaps the deepest wisdom comes from that. And I suddenly was pleased with the results.