Marigolds. Little explosions of color protecting the sea of green tomato plants in my garden. Solar symbolism honoring the goddess Sekhmet, who drags me out of emotional slumps without mercy. I pluck a pointed petal and see her claws dipped in blood. She watches me, waiting. She will not stay my hand from bad decisions. She is consequence, judgment, reason. She is the fire of revenge, justice, and jealousy. She is the heat of change that destroys and creates something stronger and more beautiful from the wreckage. The lioness. The warrior. Patroness of surgeons and scientists. She who looks through the eyes of Ra. And the rivers run red as humanity stumbles, never learning to look before they step.
There is so much magic in planting a seed and watching it grow. This is a Black Krim tomato, from a seed that was sown directly in a raised bed in my backyard eight weeks ago.
Hail to the north and the spirits of the earth that nourish my garden.
Hail to the east and the spirits of the air that carry pollinators to my garden.
Hail to the south and the spirits of fire that shine down on my garden.
Hail to the west and the spirits of water that rain down on my garden.
Hail to the gods for their blessings on my harvest.
Hail to Pan, in the groves, cliffs, and valleys. Let his name sing high on the wind. Feel his heart beating in the Earth; know his name in every deep breath of panic or ecstasy. Hail to the wild shepherd. In lust and chaos revere him.
"The leaves may fall,
the grass may die,
but the Land Spirits live,
and to them I pray.
Though some may sleep,
to face the cold,
to bless the Earth
with gifts only they can give.
Spirits of rock and tree,
Spirits of running and still water,
Spirits of Earth and sky:
to the ones who now go to sleep,
farewell until the warm time.
To those who now awake,
Once again I greet you,
as the Earth once again enters winter." - Ceisiwr Serith