A couple of people with a dog walk past.
I say hello reminding myself that although I am in ceremony this is or ought to be seen as ordinary Work despite the context!
The little dog soon came back and tried to eat the offerings! :-) I smile thinking he is Spirit after all. He’s called away.
I’m dressed in black from head to toe, wearing a cap, with my hood up, with sunglasses on, focussed on the Work. As the people walk on I wonder what I look like to them and what they must be thinking.
And back to the Work. I close the ceremony by reciting my poem:
yOUR hOMe
A place to build, to create.
Laugh and cry. Hide and seek.
To hold, to support. To be strong, yet meek.
A space to rest, to recuperate.
Arrive fast, asleep. Depart slow, awake.
To feel, to grow. To be reborn, again.
A place to leave, to expatriate.
Lie in the dark. Die in the light.
To lose, to find. To be love, regain.
A space to relieve, to delight.
You are ALL ways hOMe to me.
And you are worth the fight.
Ricardo Rochilez