Sun Wheel Week 3

This week, we began wrapping holiday gifts and welcomed the third element to our Sun Wheel. 

Witchling asked about the meaning of “so mote it be” and Witchlette explained it’s like “blessed be,” but said at the end of Magick. I elaborated that we were asking for Water to bless us and so mote it be finishes the blessing. 

We welcome back Air, that we may speak our truths, and Fire, that we may be light bearers. 

This evening, we welcome water- the ruler of emotions that can trickle like a melting icicle or roar like a massive waterfall. Allow us to tap into our intrinsic wisdom which springs from our deepest emotions and allow us to ebb and flow as the Wheel continues to turn. 

So mote it be. 

I was feeling rather punny this evening 😊

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Sun Wheel night 2 

We are two days late for our second Sun Wheel lighting.

Sunday night we were enjoying dinner and friendship with two of Witchlette’s gals at one of their homes. Last night we were visiting with Santa at our local watering hole.

Tonight, we blessed our meal, celebrated the December Full Moon, and lit our Sun Wheel.

Between the Moon candle and the Sun Wheel candle, Witchlette requested we sing her favorite Circle song…the closest thing to a church hymn she’ll have.

Witchlette and I sang it together for four rounds with Witchling joining after the first one.

I then lit our candle.

We rewelcome Air, who blesses us with Truth.

We turn now to Fire, both creator and destroyer, both tame and wild. You, who take away with towering flames is the same that brings forth with sacred sunlight. Allow us to be light bringers in the dark of the world.

So mote it be.

Candles L-R: seasonal, meal blessing, seasonal, sun wheel, seasonal, moon

Our song, first introduced to us by S:

Theory into practice

Witchlette, as I have shared before, is very interested in ancestor veneration.

This past weekend, on Saturday, we gathered with many of Hubby’s maternal side of the family. In the past year, Hubby’s 2nd cousin passed away. He, and Hubby’s great aunt, were honored at the dinner with a reserved empty chair and a plate of food for the ancestor and Fae. All week, Witchlette was talking about how excited she was to visit with D & S, our hosts, and all of the cousins. When we got there and she realized how many people were present, and how many of them she didn’t know, she clammed up.

As I read the ancestor welcome, L, the sister of the cousin and daughter of the great aunt, collected food samplings on a small plate and put it aside for their spirits.

To those who have gone before,

To those whose names live in our hearts and dance upon our lips,

To those whose names have been lost in the sea of time,

To those whose bones lie above and below the earth,

To those whose ashes have traveled on the winds,

We, the living, bid you welcome and entrance.

The plan was to leave the food by a tree towards the end of the night and formally bid the ancestors farewell. Over the course of the night, everyone became distracted and a formal farewell never happened. While watching over the moon before leaving, however, I said a quiet farewell to close the door to D and S’s home and keep none lingering.

Ancestor veneration

Witchlette is very interested in her ancestors. It started back with Moana and her favorite character, the Ancestor Chief with the pineapple crown. This is especially relevant in November, as everywhere there is discussions of family and heritage. 

For a school project, Witchlette is competing a family tree. We went back to mine and Hubby’s great grandparents. 

Both Witchlette and Witchling sleep with blankies made by Grandma Glory. Witchlette was making holiday cards for some family members, and Witchling made a card for Grandpa Chet. 

The ancestors are very much alive in our home. 

Inviting the ancestors

This evening at dinner, we invited our ancestors by discussing our Beloved Dead and our Forgotten Dead, and our heritates, and how all of it has led to Witchlette and Witchling. 

We raised a toast to our ancestors, both Beloved and Forgotten Dead. Witchlette called for a “Blessed Be” and Witchling answered my cheers with a “Skal!”

We left a plate of food for spirits to join us at our table. 

We have our jack-o’-lanterns lit on our walkway, just before the window where the plate sits at the Spirts’ seat. 

After dinner, we had some delightful trick or treating, including a few houses in our neighborhood that gave away whole candy bars to folks who made it through all the scary and to the front door. We made it to one!

While cleaning

The Little Witches were tasked with cleaning up their blocks. 

Witchlette put five together and came running over to share her creation. 

Look! I made an elemental. 

She has done this with crayons in the past, and each time I find it endearing and heartwarming. 

I don’t remember doing this type of thing to make crosses when I was her age. Perhaps I did. Perhaps children of other faiths make small totems from their mythos. I just know I adore that she does it. 

Te Fiti Circle

This morning, Witchlette led her second public ritual. 

Like Turtle Circle six months ago, Witchlette led with a demeanor and confidence that is well beyond her four years. 

Moana has been in our home all summer long, and she isn’t going anywhere any time soon. Especially with the connection Witchlette has established with the central goddess, Te Fiti. 

Going into the ritual, folks got leis amd everyone took their place around. 

Te Fiti altar, set and decorated by Witchlette. Shout out to S for printing the pictures.

After Quarter Calls, Witchlette stepped in and shared a piece about Te Fiti and Te Ka. I shared background on the Maori goddess whom Te Fiti is based. I then wrote, word for word, the opening of Moana where Grandma shares the myth. Witchlette stated she wanted to say that part, so I coached her to talk loud enough for our friend Mr. G to hear way in the back. I whispered a line and she shouted it, looking right at Mr. G. 

Witchlette and I handed our river rocks to everyone. 

I did not have a meditation written, since I was betting on Witchlette leading this part like how she stole the show at my PPD workshop. She didn’t want to, so I improvised a meditation of charging stones. Ground and feel the life forth from the earth. Have it flow in your body, through you, past your heart, and into your hands to change the stone. Not word for word what was said, but that’s the gist of it. 

After charging, we had cakes and ale, closed the circle, and painted our rocks to make our own heart of Te Fiti. 

The whole text is below. 

Air- Maui

Maui, shape shifter preferring giant hawk, demi-god of the wind and sea, hero to all. I am [say your name] of Church of the Earth. You will join our Circle, celebrate with us, and honor Te Fiti. Thank you.

Fire- Te Ka

Te Ka. Lava Monster created from darkness. Lava Monster ferocious and fierce. Angry and protective. Keep us well from the outside world, send firey balls of flaming rock to any who would do harm.

Water- Ocean

Ocean, our friend. No one knows how far the line where the sky meets the sea goes. No one knows how deep the light goes as it shines off the sea, but it’s blindingly beauty calls us to you. Join us Ocean and guide us through our celebration.

Earth and Spirit

Te Fiti, Mother Island. From your fauna cloak of palm and vines to your flower crown. Deep nourishing soil is you flesh and clean rivers are you blood. From you all life springs. Join us this morning as we share your sacred histories. Join us this morning as we celebrate your wondrous beauty, kindness, and love.  

In Polynesian mythology , Rangi (Father Sky) and Papa (Mother Earth) were the two supreme creator deities (gods and goddesses). They were the source from which all things in the universe originated, including other gods, humans, and the various creatures and features of the earth. Rangi and Papa played an especially important role in the mythology of the Maori (pronounced MAH-aw-ree) people of New Zealand.

Papa’s themes are providence, thankfulness, abundance, earth, fertility, weather, grounding, the harvest and the moon. Her symbols are the moon, harvested foods, rainwater and rocks.  Polynesians summon Papa to help in all earthly matters. She is, in fact, the Earth Mother who gave birth to all things by making love to the sky. To this day, the earth and sky remain lovers, the sky giving its beloved rain for fertilization. Papa is sometimes known by the alternative title Papa Raharaha, ‘supporting rock’, through which She provides foundations and sustenance for our body, mind, and spirit.

Harvest moon festivals take place during the full moon closest to the autumnal equinox. The full moon here represents the earth (Papa) in all its abundance and the crop’s maturity. If it’s raining today, skip an umbrella for a moment and enjoy a little of the sky’s love for Papa. Gather a little of the water and drink it to encourage more self-love.

Carry any crystal or stone with you today to manifest Papa’s firm foundations in all your endeavors. And definitely integrate harvested foods into your menu. Some that have lunar affiliations include cauliflower, cabbage, cucumber, grapes, lettuce, potatoes, and turnips. Thank Papa for Her providence before you eat, then ingest whatever lunar qualities you need for that day or for the rest of the year.”

In the beginning, there was only ocean until the mother island emerged: Te Fiti. Her heart held the greatest power ever known. It could create life itself. And Te Fiti shared it with the world. But in time, some begin to seek Te Fiti’s heart. They believed that they could possess it, the great power of creation would be theirs. And one day, the most daring of them all voyaged across the vast ocean to take it. He was a Demigod of the wind and sea. He was a warrior. A trickster. A shapeshifter who could change form with the power of his magical fish hook. And his name was Maui. But without her heart, Te Fiti began to crumble, giving birth to a terrible darkness. Maui tried to escape, but was confronted by another who sought the heart: Te Kā, a demon of earth and fire. Maui was struck from the sky, never to be seen again. And his magical fish hook and the heart of Te Fiti, were lost to the sea. Where even now, 1000 years later, Te Kā and the demons of the deep still hunt for the heart, hiding in the darkness that will continue to spread, chasing away our fish, draining the life from island after island until every one of us is devoured by the bloodthirsty jaws of inescapable death! But one day, the heart will be found by someone who would journey beyond the reef, find Maui, deliver him across the great ocean to restore Te Fiti’s heart and save us all.

Meditation

Cakes and ale


Maui, thank you for all the gifts you have bestowed upon mankind: the islands you pulled from the sea, the breeze, the tide, coconuts. Shift as you need and soar on the wind. Stay if you will, leave as you must.


Te Ka, misunderstood, hurt. We know who you are, who you truly are. May our love for your other half help cool your flames and keep your fires dormant. Thank you for allowing us to help. Stay if you go, leave if you must.


Thank you Ocean, for inviting ancestors from all lines to travel your seas. Thank you Ocean, for your assistance and friendship at every turn, even when it wasn’t understood. Even when it wasn’t earned. Aue! Aue!


Te Fiti, with you is all beginnings and all endings. With you is sustenance, life, love, kindness, beauty. Please accept these celebrations in your honor and keep well your sons and daughters. We will guard your heart with all our might from any who want to keep it for themselves.