Hurricane Party Pot-Pourri


*I’m completely in love with the idea of “natural event” parties. In Japan, for example, they have hanami parties out on the hills when the cherry blossoms (and/or the plum blossoms) bloom. Since cherry blossoms are highly weather-dependent, you can never be sure when they’ll bloom. So you just have to be ready to drop your busy schedule and your list of To-Dos and go out into the hills with your friends to celebrate passing, ephemeral, temporary beauty. Some year, I’m going to organize hanami for my Voodoo Lilies (although the scent can be — interesting) and/or my black day lilies. If I lived in my ancestral home of Sweden, I’d have them for the aurora borealis (although I couldn’t call them hanami).

As luck would have it, I’d already planned to have people over on the evening of “our” earthquake. My first (and, Goddess willing, last) Earthquake Party. There’s something thrilling about the feeling that you’re partying in the face of danger (which may explain why election night parties are so popular here in D.C. I’ve, however, been afraid to host one since my last in 2000 that wound up with us in tears, making omelets and drinking bloody marys at 7:00 am). (There’s a wonderful poem by Dorothy Parker called, interestingly, The Flaw in Paganism: Drink and dance and laugh and lie/Love the reeling midnight through/For tomorrow we shall die/But, alas! We never do.)

The people in New Orleans have long thrown Hurricane Parties (although Katrina may have put a damper on them; I don’t know; I hope not). Following directly on the footsteps of our earthquake, D.C. is now due to be hit by Hurricane Irene. So, I offer for your Irene Parties, this recipe:

(Any tropical fruit juice will do; many use pineapple juice.).

I’m not drinking it; too sweet. But you all have fun.

*I wrote like a madwoman last week and this and filed my pleading today. There’s always this really good but also a-little-bit-kind-of-let-down feeling I get when I file a pleading. The young associate who works with me (who pushes the actual buttons to send the pleading to the court) called me and said that he’d gotten the notification that it had been received. “So the next thing we’re likely to see is the decision.” Gulp. As good as I think my pleading is before I file it, I always think that if I’d had just a bit more time . . . . Well, you know. In the end, it’s kind of like magic, isn’t it? You can keep trying to build the cone of power higher and higher and higher and . . . . But at some point, you have to release it and believe that all of your preparation and work will, well, work. So mote it be.

*One of the amazing things about hurricanes is that, generally, for a day or so before they hit, the weather is crystal-clear and perfect. It’s been like that here, although now the clouds and the still, sticky, humid weather that presage a bad storm are settling in over Columbia’s district. People love to hate D.C., but they forget that this is a real city. It has real neighborhoods, bodegas, dog parks, daycare centers; real people who live here so that they can clean office buildings, make computers work, prepare breakfast sandwiches and coffee, check out library books, and drive ambulances. It has ancient bedrock, established gardens, quiet cul-de-sacs, groves of trees. It has schools, and hospitals where people are having heart attacks and women are birthing babies and kids are showing up with broken arms. I’m an urban Pagan; D.C. is my city; I love Her. I hope She weathers this storm.

*This week, I’ve been reading John O’Donohue’s Book of Blessings. Some of his blessings really work and some fall a bit flat. But, when they work, they really work. I hope to blog a few of them over the coming week. We Witches are quite fond of saying “Bright Blessings” or “Blessed Be.” What do we really mean by those sayings?

*I’ve been interested to watch how the earthquake has affected my dreams. I had an odd one this morning that I’m still examining, turning it over and over like a bit of weaving with some loose ends or like a piece of knitting that’s raveled. Do big natural events impact your dreams? Right away or over time? If so, how? Should they?

*Sally’s 2012 Calendar is out. Who doesn’t want to go live there?

*For the first few hours after the earthquake, I had trouble grounding (a practice in which a Witch sends her “etheric” (for lack of a better word) roots into the ground of her place) here in my own Bit of Earth. I could breathe and center, but had trouble grounding. I decided not to let it frighten me. But every 15 minutes or so, I tried again to ground. Eventually, the Earth let me in and, although I could tell that all was well, there was also a sense that all was not as it had been. Well, isn’t that how sudden change always is? The ground beneath us shifts and, suddenly, nothing is the same. But my oaks, and magnolias, and crape myrtles, and Japanese temple pines are still intact, still moving water and minerals up their roots. In fact, the shifting allowed them access to some new bits of minerals they didn’t have before. So, all is good.

May it be so for you.

Picture found here.

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8 responses to “Hurricane Party Pot-Pourri

  1. This is me, having a serious Talk with our Matron about keeping you, and those you love, safe from harm.

    Love,
    Terri in Joburg

  2. * “But at some point, you have to release it and believe that all of your preparation and work will, well, work. So mote it be.” I think that perhaps this is what John Mortimer has Horace Rumpole describing in his memoir of the Penge Bungalow Murders. Rumpole has just delivered his closing argument in a case of double murder (for the defence, of course):

    “So I sat down and felt, as I have since in so many cases, an extraordinary feeling of relief, as though an unbearably heavy load had been lifted from my shoulders. I had done all I could for Simon and my job was over. Now it was for the jury to decide. The Penge Bungalow Murders case was out of my control entirely. It was with a curious sense of detachment that I listened to the judge’s summing up.”

    * When I first read O’Donohue’s To Bless the Space Between Us, I found that, lovely as the individual blessings were, the part that stayed with me was what he had to say about blessings and the act of blessing, particularly in the last chapter. YMMV, as they say.

    * The last time that I was in DC (close to three decades ago, for a conference), I spent most of my free time wandering through the neighbourhoods that you describe in your post. Though the acres of marble around the Mall are impressive enough, to be sure, the neighborhourhoods where the people live felt comfortable–and I mean that, not in a mushy, warm-fuzzy way, but in the original sense of the term: affording strength (from the Latin confortare).

    * Stay safe. My thoughts and prayers will be with you, and with all of the East Coast, over the next few days.

  3. I’m having a Hurricane Party too! I blogged about it just now : )

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  5. Thoughts are with you and the rest of the East coast – be safe!

  6. Be safe and Be Well Grounded!

    Shields UP!

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