Dedication Reclaimed

30th January 2005

Liz Reveley

The morning dawns misty ~
Quiet and still
The gardens are peaceful
Expectant and calm
Awaiting us in tranquillity
and gentle light.

The time has come -
we move together
placing items in readiness.
Each of us held within
for this time of
returning, re-creating, reclaiming.
We move to the pool
where our Priestess Sister sits ~
wood on wood,
clearing the air,
awakening the space.
Our circle is formed
Three hearts beating as one,
Hands clasped with love -
Words on the air of
Hope, Intention, Reclamation.

The ground is damp
The air is fresh
It is cold. It is daylight.
Incense chosen with care
Drifts with gentle winds,
Blessings floating.

There are smiles
and
Beauty graces each action
of feather - wand - wafting.
Rose petals are scattered
healing the Earth -
private thought connections
of our Earth Mother.

We circle as the last petal falls
and move to the water.
There is no dread, no fear
no darkness
We take our places
lost in our memories ~
releasing the pain, the hurt, the loss
removing distress, betrayal and sorrow
The Lady of the Waters
gathers them in Her flowing ~
away ~ away ~
There are tears, but a steady heart-beat
and a stepping together over and on
to the Lions Head to drink -
Expressing high emotions,
An honouring of the precious togetherness
we share
Harp music enfolds us
reminding us of the one who cared for us
that evening before.
Priestess~Harper sending her love
and concerns -
expressing through her music,
involved in our rite.
Water is sprinkled
with words of blessing
on our head and shoulders.
Water is gently poured into waiting hands
Hands that hold,
Hands that touch and comfort.
Hands that play, Hands that heal
Hands that clasp in love and respect.

The fire is angel-guarded
and our Fire-Keeper
brings her thoughts and her words
as the flame slowly flickers.
There is warmth,
creativity and passion
A belief in our being.
The flames of Her love
burn in the cauldron ~

The gate is open
The path to the Well is clear
We are cold fingered but not cold,
there is a warm heart-glow within.

Star lit floating candles
Bring our words into focus,
My Goddess-daughter re-dedicates
as
Priestess of the Healing Ways.

She is there once again
In the trees, in the white flowers
In the flickering candle flame
She is there
My Lady, Goddess of my heart.

I do not feel the need
to say those words again
but find new ones
to honour my deep love for Her
She who is me
my source, my essence
my heartbeat, my song
I claim my title as
Priestess in the Arcane Tradition -
that of ancient wisdom and knowledge,
of the Mysteries that I have known
and been part of
since time began.

Priestess Sister honours
our journeys and her own.
Once more we light small candles
Lost in private thought and blessings.

Oh, how different it is this time -
how special -
how full of reverence,
respect and honour for ourselves,
for Her -
this profound knowing of
the Divine Feminine
The Lady, The Goddess.

It is over - this oh so important time
In this beautiful sacred space
We move away, feeling blessed
and at peace.
Our ceremony, full of love,
Our dedication - re-claimed.