But still I lacked the channel that would open me to Her in the way I was longing for in the way my work this Cycle called for.Īs I began to be quite concerned that Blodeuwedd and I might not establish a solid relationship this Cycle, I came across the words that became the beginning of the key. I could see different perspectives on Her story and sense Her on the periphery. Looked for scholastic commentary old and new. I read and re-read various translations, re-tellings, and poems of Her. I collected a handful of oak catkins on a hike with my children, sniffed the wild evening primroses beginning to emerge in clumps all over Texas, and ordered some dried meadowsweet. For my part, I began collecting bits and pieces here and there, looking for a connection an accessible avenue of approach for us to meet. I found owls at the craft store, saw them watching me in swirls of paint on the ceiling of a dance studio and found one made of flowers, trees and crescent moons on a clearance priced t-shirt. Lady Blodeuwedd seemed impatient to reach me and Her avian messengers appeared with increasing frequency over the next few weeks. During a camping trip I made just before Gwyl Mair, the Avalonian equivalent to Imbolc, I found myself on the banks of Lake Raven scrying owls in the embers of our fire. She was going to be beyond necessary for my Cycle work to continue during my first experience with the Avalonian Cycle of Healing. She and I needed to establish a relationship. While I was confident there had to be something more empowering for me to take away from Her mythology, I realized it was going to take far more work to get at it, to help what I needed emerge from the story.īlodeuwedd presides over the Spring quarter of the Avalonian Cycle of Healing. Admittedly, my initial exposure to Blodeuwedd left me more than a little befuddled. You violated that girl… made her kill for you because you’re weak… you’re pathetic and you obviously have nothing to show me!Ī woman made of flowers and fluff forsakes her marriage vows, manipulates another man into committing premeditated murder and then runs from the scene of her crimes and her sentence. Whoever that girl was before she was the first Slayer. You guys, you’re just men-just the men who did this… to her.
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