You can tell when I’m back at work … the posts start to dry up!
Where was I … hmm…..Saturday morning it had finally stopped raining and it was looking like it might hold off for the day which was a good job, as no one fancied doing the Ceremony in a gale! As always, we all met up in the Town Hall. There was half an hour of catching up before Kieran did the honours with the horn that calls the Assembly to order. He hadn’t quite got his mouth in gear and we were treated to what Damh called ‘ a modern jazz version’ of the usual three blasts.
There was half an hour of welcomes and business before we split up into the Druid, Ovate and Bard Groves. This year we had 29 Druids which was unheard of, as usually there are only about 12-15 of us huddled up one end of the Council room! Each Grove was to present a ‘gift’ to the Order during the afternoon ceremony and this year the theme was the three breaths, the Bards got the breath of the Land, the Ovates the breath of the Sea, and we Druids had the breath of the Sky. After a guided meditation we all pooled our ideas for the Gift and opted to keep it simple. There is so much wind on the Tor that anything you say gets torn out of your mouth so we decided a short speech, waving scarves on staves or in our hands, and then three rounds of a Mexican wave of sound would suffice. When it came to our part of the Ceremony the wind suddenly dropped and the flags fell limp. It was uncanny, I have never known it not to be windy on the Tor. Of course as soon as we had done, it picked up again into a proper blow.
Craig, Bracken and I had all volunteered for role in the Ceremony. We had been been talking about it a few months back and had joked about us being all put together in one of the Quarters. Then we thought, why not ask to be put together. No sooner said than done, and we were desigated the Western Gateway – Bard of the West, Ovate of the West and Druid of the West, yay! We were asked to wear something representing the Gateway and Craig kindly volunteered to collect shells from the beach which we cunningly crafted into necklaces after the morning session. They were razor shells and we went for an Awen-y symbol.
Unusually there was no rehearsal for the Ceremony this year which may have contributed to the slight fracas in the middle. The Lady asked Merlin what he thought of the Lord and he said ‘ He is possessed ………’ and completely forgot the rest of his speech which was along the lines of ‘he is possessed by wisdom and virtue’ this caused the Lord to corpse and the whole thing went from bad to worse as the rest of us joined in. From now on the poor Lord will be forever recognised as being possessed!