Fog Season Ritual

This ritual was written to celebrate the Fog Season in the Coast Range Mountains of California.  I perform it on the day of the Summer Solstice, in an outdoor wild-space, surrounded by morning fog — usually someplace on the coast.

The Ritual

Pause at the edge of the ritual space to quiet the mind, ground the body, and open the spirit to the Numenons of Nature present in this place. Step into the ritual space.

I enter the Sacred Grove with reverence.
I enter the Sacred Grove in peace.

Place an offering of aromatic herbs just outside the Eastern side of the Grove.
Salute the East.

Peace and greetings to the East,
Birthplace of the rushing winds,
Where the golden eagle soars at dawn,
With gifts of insight and inspiration.
Thank you for the blessings of Air.

Place an offering of aromatic herbs just outside the Southern side of the Grove.
Salute the South.

Peace and greetings to the South,
Pathway of the brilliant flames,
Where passionate, courageous hearts
Draw strength from warmth of Heaven’s Hearth.
Thank you for the blessings of Fire.

Place an offering of aromatic herbs just outside the Western side of the Grove.
Salute the West.

Peace and greetings to the West,
Wellspring of the mighty sea,
Whose cascading mists, and currents, and tides
Inspire reflection and change in the wise.
Thank you for the blessings of Water.

Place an offering of aromatic herbs just outside the Northern side of the Grove.
Salute the North.

Peace and greetings to the North,
Homeland of the ancient trees,
Whose lives embody the ages of time,
Through quiet accretion of manifest glory.
Thank you for the blessings of Earth.

Salute the Heavens.

Peace and greetings, Father Sky,
Source of Nature’s Law, and Light,
Lord of the distant, Celestial Sphere, and
Master of seasons and cycles, here.
Thank you for the blessings of Spirit Above.

Salute the Earth.

Peace and greetings, Mother Earth,
Churning power of heat and rebirth,
Lifter of mountains, and mixer of seas,
Shaper of winds, and all life among these.
Thank you for the blessings of Spirit Below.

By the power of decisive action,
And the wisdom of calm reflection,
With the help of all the powers of Nature,
May the power of Spirit Within grow strong.
May it bless and protect me,
this day and always!

Awen! Awen! Awen!

Grant, O Holy Ones, thy protection;
and in protection, strength;
and in strength, understanding;
and in understanding, wisdom;
and in wisdom, justice;
and in justice, the love of it;
And in that love, the love of all existences;
And in the love of all existences, the love of Earth,
My mother, my home.

Tracing the tribann in space:

Light of Heaven, and
Life of Earth,
In their union, Spirit’s birth,
In realms of Land and Sea and Sky,
Wondrous Child,
Jewel of Light,
Fill the world with blessings, bright!
May all living beings of this world
Be healed and blessed to fruitfulness;
May all who strive for enlightenment
Attain it.

Awen! Awen! Awen!

Sit, and read the Holiday Lection:

I come to the Sacred Grove today to celebrate Summer Solstice, time of longest light, when the sun reaches its northern-most position, and reverses its course along the horizon, with days now shortening, as we head back towards winter.

Here in the Coast Range mountains of Northern California, summer is the Season of Fog.

While the sun is in its summer home, it creates a Pacific high-pressure zone that sends us our summer westerly winds. As those winds approach our shores, they push aside the surface waters of the ocean, allowing a powerful upward surge of icy water from the depths.  As damp ocean breezes reach our shores, the chill of this icy upwelling causes the moisture to precipitate, giving birth to the Great Fog Bank of summer.

But the ways in which we experience that fog will vary with the microclimate in which we happen to live. Those who reside near the mountain gaps may find themselves surrounded by mist on most days. Those farther inland, who are more protected by the coast range mountains, may never see a wisp. And in all cases, the weather changes with the cyclical surge and retreat of summer fog.

Within the quiet stillness enforced by the thick grey veil of fog that blankets the world, I find myself drawn to the world within, where quiet stillness may always be found, and the voice of Divine Wisdom may be heard.

Holy Book of Nature, teach me;
Numenons of Nature, guide me,
While I kindle Inner Light.

Set aside the Holiday Lection.

Enter a state of receptive meditation, connecting with the Numenons of Nature in this place, and then, with their blessing, enter the World Within, watching and listening for revealed wisdom.

When meditations are complete, stand to address the Gods.

Mother Earth, and Father Sky,
With reverence and gratitude for your gifts,
I offer my service and love, in return,
tending the needs of land, sea, and sky
So that all living beings of your creation
may continue to thrive.

Collect and properly dispose of any litter or debris found in the vicinity of the Sacred Grove, then return to the Sacred Grove to close:

I depart the Sacred Grove with gratitude;
I depart the Sacred Grove, in peace.

Deep within the still center of my being,
may I find peace.
Here, within the quiet of the Grove,
may I share peace.
Gently, within the greater circle of all Life,
may I radiate peace.

Awen! Awen! Awen!

**THE LOVELY PHOTO OF SAN FRANCISCO FOG, ABOVE, IS BY BROCKEN INAGLORY, VIA WIKIMEDIA COMMONS.

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