In our final two sessions (5 and 6), we'll be working on composing a ritual to commemorate Mark's death, nearly one year ago, on 13th December.
I could never perform a flimsy, superficial ritual to indulge in sentimentality or blind devotion.
It must be a ritual that has great personal meaning.
Whatever form it takes, this ritual on 13th December will come from the raw depths of my heart and be both evocative and emotional. It will be the first real ritual I have ever performed, and from this day forward I will honour the 13th December with the ritual...for the rest of my life.
The 13th December is the day my Wandering Aengus soulmate died.
Some ideas and images for the ritual have already started emerging:
It will be near Mark's cottage.
The first time I ever visited Mark's little cottage on the outskirts of Mylor he took me down Silverlake Road, through the overgrown bushland then down to the creek where he had a yabby net tied up. Buffy and I followed a little way behind him through the tall grass, and at one point he turned around and snapped a photo of me.After he died I found the photo on his computer and he'd named it "Sally, My Love".
On 13th December I'll visit the little creek near Mark's cottage.
I'll sit next to the creek and that is where my ritual will be held.
Mark was very organically connected to his surrounding bush environment and for me, the area around his cottage will always contains his energy and invoke powerful memories of him.
Already my heart palpitates at the thought of being there again.