This is my travel water bottle. It’s decorated with swans (imagine that!) and goes with me in the car, on plane trips, wherever I go that it makes sense to have a water bottle.

I was recently working the registration desk at a conference which takes place at a university. It’s summer, so there aren’t many students around, but there are some taking summer classes. University staff are also present in varying numbers, as well as random people taking a shortcut through the building to walk in the air conditioning instead of the heat outdoors. So, I’m used to people who aren’t affiliated with the conference stopping at the desk to ask questions. “What is this?” “What do you do?” “Can I have one of those?” (pointing to the t-shirts or other conference swag). We (the reg desk staff) are always polite and answer the questions (“it’s a conference”, “there are workshops”, “sorry, no, we have to save them for the people who paid to attend the conference”), because 1) there’s no reason not to be polite and 2) you never know when a casual inquiry this year will become an attendee next year.

The last day of the conference, however, one man stopped by and was determined to get something from us. He didn’t want a t-shirt (we sell them for $10 on the last day of the conference after all the attendees have theirs, and donate the money to charity), or a conference bag, or any of the other swag—he wanted my swan water bottle. I explained that it wasn’t part of the swag, it’s my personal possession, and no, it is not for sale. He persisted, because he “really liked it”. I gave him the name of the company that makes the bottles, and told him to check their website. That was not sufficient—he wanted to buy the one I had right there, and he had to have it.

I looked him in the eye and said, “You do not have the right to something just because you want it. Any four-year-old can tell you that.”

He was deeply offended (not my problem), and replied, “Well, you don’t have to be rude about it!” and stomped away in a manner that any four-year-old would have found embarrassing.

I think it wasn’t really about the water bottle, but him trying to get something to prove to himself how clever he is.

Either way, it didn’t work out the way he expected. Did he take the lesson? My guess is no. Perhaps we’ll find out at next year’s conference.

The Night Dances
~ Sylvia Plath

A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!

And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?

Such pure leaps and spirals –
Surely they travel

The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift

Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.

Their flesh bears no relation.
Cold folds of ego, the calla,

And the tiger, embellishing itself –
Spots, and a spread of hot petals.

The comets
Have such a space to cross,

Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off –

Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given

These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes

Six sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair

Touching and melting.
Nowhere.

In Spite of Everything, the Stars
~ Edward Hirsch

Like a stunned piano, like a bucket
of fresh milk flung into the air
or a dozen fists of confetti
thrown hard at a bride
stepping down from the altar,
the stars surprise the sky.
Think of dazed stones
floating overhead, or an ocean
of starfish hung up to dry. Yes,
like a conductor’s expectant arm
about to lift toward the chorus,
or a juggler’s plates defying gravity,
or a hundred fastballs fired at once
and freezing in midair, the stars
startle the sky over the city.

And that’s why drunks leaning up
against abandoned buildings, women
hurrying home on deserted side streets,
policemen turning blind corners, and
even thieves stepping from alleys
all stare up at once. Why else do
sleepwalkers move toward the windows,
or old men drag flimsy lawn chairs
onto fire escapes, or hardened criminals
press sad foreheads to steel bars?
Because the night is alive with lamps!
That’s why in dark houses all over the city
dreams stir in the pillows, a million
plumes of breath rise into the sky.

This month’s Community Altar is dedicated to everyone who is dealing with health issues. So many people in my circles of friends have recently been confronted with significant health challenges (cancer, heart surgery, and the like) that creating an altar for healing was definitely this month’s work.

The various colors of roses represent the love and support offered by family and friends.

The Ancestor Candle (scrollwork holder, front left) represents the love and support of the Ancestors.

The Community Candle (curved holder, back right) is the energy of the Community—family, friends, and the larger community around us.

The blue candle (back, left) is inscribed with healing words and dressed with rosemary (strength), mint (reviving), and lavender (soothing) oils.

The bindrune is the center of the altar, and focuses the healing energies. The bindrune is made of three runes:
Uruz: physical strength, stamina, healing energies, to sustain you as you recuperate.
Mannaz: the self, that you may be restored to yourself.
Berkana: healing and growth, to support your energies as you heal.

This is a prayer you can recite when you are praying for someone else, or change it to the first person if you are praying for yourself. This was written for a female friend who uses she/her pronouns; adjust accordingly.

Prayer to Mengloth and Eir for Healing
by Anastasia Haysler

Hail, Mengloth! Hail, Eir!
Wise women, skilled healers,
Jotun and Asynja,
Friends and peers in your essential work,
I call upon you for healing [name]!

Bless her as she heals;

If she burns with fever, and calls for relief from the fire;
Cool her with your knowledge.

If she shakes with chill, and calls for relief from the cold;
Warm her with your herbs.

If she aches in her body, and calls for relief from the pain;
ease her aches with your charms.

If she struggles to breathe, and calls for relief from breathlessness;
return the air to her lungs with your works.

Bless her with a return to good health,
That she may be restored to her full self,
And restored to her daily life.