I have just found a document which has nothing to do with queenship, and yet one of the first quotation just seemed to explain a lot of the work ! For all those who look for hints and info, ponder this :
Establishing nature’s worth in and of itself has implications for our use and treatment of it. In aword, these implications are stewardship. Merriam-Webster defines stewardship as “the careful andresponsible management of something entrusted to one’s care.” This is a relatively passive definition, however; it doesn’t speak to the more active responsibilities of the steward when the thing entrusted toher is under threat, which is so often true in Tolkien’s literary world. In light of this, a Tolkieniandefinition for stewardship might be “faithful and discerning action on behalf of a beloved landscapeand/or community.” Stewards are responsible to take action for the protection, not just themanagement, of what has been entrusted to them.
Please don’t hesitate to go to the direct source, which I am going to explore when I get the time : Richard Goetsch on Academia.
Death Work is a really wide umbrella term. When I first realised I was to work with the Dead, I almost thought it would be “easy”, compared to the lack tradition and focus I had before. But I never see the end of the work ! The crossing, the memory, the celebration / rite, the mourning… Even if it does not replace what I could write about it myself, this short article offer a nice glimpse of this part of the work :
The Role of Sacred Mourner.
Sometimes the Spirits really throw things harshly at my head, just to be sure I really get the message.
It’s been a few years since I’ve known that I have something particular to do, running from it yet coming back to it, because I acknowledge the power it holds. But I keep hearing it. “Sing”. Recently signs pile up very quickly, but smoothly…. and yet, tonight, I got thrown at again. This is my “music magic” part II. I had a very sudden need to find a song I had heard only once during a French Show. The voice had everything I love, but I didn’t know the lyrics at all, and I thought it was going to disappoint me, because such singers nowadays appear to sing only love songs…. but no ! It actually wasn’t so, and They showed me what it’s about, and what it’s about for me :
You’ve got the words to change a nation
but you’re biting your tongue
You’ve spent a life time stuck in silence
afraid you’ll say something wrong
If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song?
So come, on come on
Come on, come on
You’ve got a heart as loud as lions
So why let your voice be tamed?
Baby we’re a little different
there’s no need to be ashamed
You’ve got the light to fight the shadows
so stop hiding it away
Come on, Come on
I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
so put it in all of the papers,
i’m not afraid
they can read all about it
read all about it
So yep, the message is clear. As much as I “hate” it… it’s literal.
I’m so relieved I’ve got my collection moving forward piece by piece… how harsh would have the reminder been if it weren’t so ? But as far as singing is concerned… God knows how difficult it’s going to be for me.
(Actually not the show I saw months before, apparently she did several in France. I also advise you to listen to the studio version, which is quicker, has more rhythm)
Disclaimer : I’m not expert in this matter ; I’m struggling as anyone else is. Just sharing thoughts and insights.
So, why nobody can teach what queenship is ?
My answer will be short and simple… might be disappointing.
No one can tell you because it’s a Mystery.
I try to gather pieces here and there, to corroborate what I’ve felt and experienced, but it’s the only paradigm that I have found till here which works. Each path to queenship is unique, like here queen is, or each priestess. But I feel that it is even more intrinsic than other paths (except godspousery). First, to me queenship requires an election, a calling. But if I say it is unique and non fathomable, that is because it is… weaved in the fibers of our being and soul, I would say. Like threads, of energies, of wyrd, of soul… Intricate, I’m not sure. And the reason no one shares about it on blogs or else, is that it both so intimate, the depth of one’s path and soul, and subject to the law of silence – because Mysteries cannot be told, theoritically (adverb for the skeptic ones).
And that’s it.
I’m sorry for those who’ve seen this pass today already and who are fed up with those chains.
It has nothing to do with the release of the Hobbit by Peter Jackson.
It has nothing to do with a chain.
It is a spiritual practice.
Today is the anniversary of the Death of my Master. He’s been for years, and for years I’ve been celebrating in secret. Like a shadow passing on my mind when the day comes, as Frodo feels when the anniversary of his sacrificial wound comes.
My projects about his works are plenty, but I never fulfill them as if I feared I might pervert his Great Work. But their presence wax and wane, like the tide and the moon… And I am in a new high phase. It resonates in me like the Great Music of Illuvatar and the Valar. I was foolish to wonder about it, now I know why.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
I want to know if you can
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer