Frankincense, Rose Oil, and Hearts of Gold

Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Tilt.

I have mixed emotions tonight,  and I can probably blame most of  it on the fact that my daughters leave in the morning for an extended trip  and I won’t see them for a while. I enjoy my teens so much and it gets lonely without them.

The Long-Awaited Honest-to-God Secret to Being Happy

We had our Summer Solstice fire tonight instead of last Wednesday because their dad kept them out too late for us to have that time together and both Shannon and I had to work the next day. We didn’t cast a circle tonight, just created some sacred space and sat and basked in the fireglow in 90-degree heat, but it was pleasant.

I do wish someone had warned me that Frankincense powder flares up when cast into flame….

But, as Shannon said, it was the prettiest-smelling  ritual she’s ever experienced,  mainly because I was dusted with Frankincense and dabbed in rose oil.

The maple and willow bonfire was sort of interesting, too, the  way  it popped  and  crackled.  These  were  logs from my own yard, cut by my own hand (or chainsaw, at least) and full of meaning.

And then there was the purification of negative energies and the infusion of love into something I needed to consecrate. The item completely  zings, and I should feel at peace with it close to my heart, but I’m too much missing my family already.

I’m especially glad that I took the day off from work today to spend time with the girls, doing yard work with them and  taking Aislinn to a movie I can’t get off my mind (more on that tomorrow).  Sitting by a Solstice fire was the perfect way to end the evening.

Well, maybe not. I think I’ll sneak off to bed now and crawl into Aislinn’s bed and give her hugs until she has to leave in the morning.