Burning the Candles Bright

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As I write this, someone I adore is in the hospital. They suffered a stroke, and though breathing on their own, are not in very good shape.

Right now, a candle with their name is burning on my devotional altar, set with ogham for health, and an image that evokes them in my mind.

Candles have been taking up a piece of my consciousness as of late. Candles to hold space for ritual space. Candles for health. Candles for memory. Candles for ancestors.

I have not historically been much of a candle magic person. That is Aiden. Candles with drawings on them, candles with oils mixed in, candles covered in glitter and paper, candles of many colors.

But last night two candles burned on my ancestral altar, and one burned for the mighty dead. Today a pillar candle burns for the person in the hospital.

Historically, I have also not been the person who works with ancestors. Who works with the dead.  I have been a Page for the Gods, but the dead have not been my purvue… or anything Norse.  But since January, when my Feri teacher told me to build an ancestral altar and start working with them… my world has been shifting. And I am not sure how comfortable I am with it. At PantheaCon, I attended the Circle of Bones (hosted by the Deathwalkers of the Unnamed Path), and felt/experienced one of the dead that that group works. Red haired and receeding hairline, flannel shirt… and when they did their debrief, I found out that my experience matched their description of him.  I had asked them a question about someone who had passed, and the responses sent shivers down my spine and a gasp from those in the room.

The world keeps shifting. Pieces of spirit that are new. It is challenging. Trying to learn new skills to keep it in check.  I ask for aid from the leathermen who died, the leather hanky on my ancestral altar linking me to those who went, those who went in the plague.

I burn the candles bright. I burn the incense with the smoke of my prayers.

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Lee Harrington

Lee Harrington is an internationally known sexuality, relationships, and personal authenticity educator. Having taught in all 50 states and in 6 countries, he brings a combination of playful engagement and thoughtful academic dialogue to a broad audience. An award-winning author and editor on gender, sexual, and sacred experience, his books include “Traversing Gender: Understanding Transgender Journeys,” and "Sacred Kink: The Eightfold Paths of BDSM and Beyond," among many other titles. He has been blogging online since 1998, and been teaching worldwide since 2001. Welcome to his world, and your chance to expand your mind and heart alike.

One Comment:

  1. May the web that’s woven from friend to friend and heart to heart give peace and reassurance that we are here for them. May the best possible outcome be enacted for their greater good.

    As someone who’s major work has been with the Dead, I welcome you on this leg of your journey and offer you my support, if you should have need of it.

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