Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" This is an unscheduled posting.
I never expected to be sitting here today at 12:51 p.m. typing a blog post. I expected to be in a verdant park setting, participating in a Ritual with my Druid Grove. I was looking forward to this Ritual in particular, as it is the harvest festival, and I am about to begin planting a whole new "crop," metaphorically speaking, in a new field ... metaphorically speaking.
Instead I'm home. One line of severe thunderstorms passed through about 10 minutes after I would have left for the park. Another, less severe cell, is passing over right now. There's a flood watch in effect for the entire Delaware Valley, including my home and the park, which is about 35 miles away.
Some people on the lunatic fringe might say that God Almighty arranged this weather to suppress Druidic activity. Baloney. Think how many Sunday School picnics are being rained out in the Delaware Valley right now. Rain falls on everyone, the tall and the small.
As a Druid, I'm supposed to worship outdoors, regardless of atmospheric conditions. This, I still feel, is a valid and wonderful part of being a Druid.
Just now I heard from Nettle. Everyone who normally shows up for Grove went to the park ... except for me. It's not like these folks live closer to the park. Nettle takes mass transit. One family drives all the way from Allentown.
My fellow Druids are in a pavilion, centering, meditating, calling peace from the Quarters. I'm looking out the window at a driving rainstorm.
Why did I stay home? Bottom line, my dead grandfather told me to.
The man who lived all his life on a mountainside taught me to hunker down in storms. Where we lived, water runs downhill very, very quickly. I can't blame anyone today for keeping me hearthside except my grandfather's ghost, because my decision was based on the weather-watching we did side-by-side while we walked this world together.
So you could say I'm influenced by the strictures of someone who preceded me, the wonderful man who had the most input into the person I am today. If not for his weather anxieties, I might be performing Ritual right now. But I bow to his guidance. It's the way of my people. I will never overcome it.