no candle vigils
I didn’t join the candle vigil for Cora. It didn’t feel right for me to participate, as if it weren’t an appropriate vigil action for my nature. What manifested instead was to not post or write about spiritual topics, here or elsewhere, in the days leading to her memorial service. A turning inward, instead, to give honor to one who gave so much, in whose footsteps so many of us Feri-kin aspire.
My offerings to her spirit these next few days: working on our farm. I’ll be thinking of her as I take care of the chickens, geese, and puppies; as I take care of the land and our home. Although I only met her once, what I knew of her (through her writings and other people) was that her magic was very down-to-earth, grounded literally in the roots of her Appalachian ancestry and land, and later expanded through her explorations on the astral and with Victor. As I return more deeply to my agricultural roots, I’ll be thinking of her, and offering up to her the love I feel here and now for this land and this life I’m creating. Blessed be your journey, Cora.
