Last night, we added a ceremonial component to our New Year’s Eve.
Z. placed a candle in the centre of the round table. I added three tarot cards: Empress (the year we’re leaving), Wheel of Fortune (to represent the turning of the year), and Emperor (the year we’re entering). C. took out some desert sage and some sweetgrass. R. had brought some champagne.
A few minutes before midnight, the four of us sat around the circular surface, quieted down, and smudged ourselves with sage smoke to clear away any 2010 influences we no longer needed. Then, in the silence of our hearts, we offered our dreams, wishes, and goals for the upcoming 12 months to Life. At midnight, we raised our champagne glasses in celebration. To conclude, we allowed sweetgrass smoke to waft over us to invite the sweetness and goodness of 2011’s gifts to permeate us.
It was simple and spontaneous, and it was so right. I maintain that we humans are beings who require ritual for our well-being and who know how to do circle. It’s in us. Last night’s entry into the new year was an elegant example of that.
A most delectable 2011 to all of you. Blessed be.