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Crescent Shadows On-Line Newsletter of the Hudson Valley Pagan Network, Inc. |
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Crescent Shadows On-Line Newsletter of the Hudson Valley Pagan Network, Inc. |
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Dirty Thoughts
By Bluejay
I have been asked to write something about my walk from Rites of Spring, near the Connecticut/ Massachusetts border, on May 23rd, through Vermont, to Mount Washington, NH on July 15th. Anyone could do this walk, if you can walk to your car. Most people control themselves, I just escaped. What has stayed with me the longest is simply the feel of getting up each morning and walking at a gentle pace on a dirt path that runs for hundreds of miles in one direction and over a thousand in the other. Dirt is the face of our mother. Our power as animals comes from the dirt. The ordinary world cages us with buildings and computers and cars, oh my. Instead of fondling her naked skin, we are made weak by her two greatest enemies, concrete and asphalt. To caress her beneath my feet day after powerful day was raw, primal and transcendent. To walk for days in her soft mud over my boots was sensual bliss. Dirt is dirty like sex is dirty, but we live in a society obsessed, dominated and controlled by cleanliness. Dirt is something to avoid or escape from. On the trail, after a few weeks you can smell hikers and other animals before you see them. I am convinced that society went down hill when we could no longer smell each other. You cannot truly know someone until you know their smell. Your most primal sense has been taken away from you. Remember when you were young, dirt was synonymous with pleasure. On a weekend, try this, don’t be afraid. Let dirt stick to you, don’t wash. Enjoy your own smell, our mother will reward you. Is it a coincidence that they started burning witches immediately after soap was invented? Don’t get me wrong. I also worship the wonderful air that I consciously breathe (another revolutionary act). I worship the fire of my raw primal life flow. I worship the exuberance and vitality of the living streams from which I drink. But dirt is the connection to everything. If you wish to transcend the many blocks that our minds and “ordinary” reality place in our “path”. If you wish to connect with our basic life force and explode your Wiccan existence. Take a Walk. Walk with our mother Gaia, let her dirt gently cover you. Go down on her, she tastes great. Earth is dirt. Escape, Reconnect, Transcend |
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