At Midwinter I wrote about beginning to take the journey of the Fool, leaving the comfort of the cave to begin it’s new journey.
What I didn’t expect that this journey would be so incredibly daunting, so incredibly challenging, and ridiculously overwhelming.
I’m still on the ledge admiring the new world around me.
While we got the keys to our current house almost a month ago, we have *officially* been residents of the Riverina for two weeks. It is a vast and changing landscape, and no two parts of this land are the same.
I’m taking my time with this path and recentering as it’s more than just moving to a new location – it’s moving from an Urban and City Pagan mindset, to a Rural Pagan mindset.
Since I found Paganism and the various paths that have gotten me to where I am today, I’ve never really been able to connect with the farming and agricultural aspects of our Traditional Wheel. Its not something you see in the city so, in a sense, you don’t think about it. It really struck me when a girl at uni mentioned her sister thought cotton comes from sheep. Since the agricultural changes and differences between Australia and the United Kingdom, the agricultural calendar really needs to be based on locality, so I’ve never found a connection. The Traditional Wheel became about what the trees are doing, how the wind is blowing, what flowers are in bloom, how is the tide acting.
And then I moved to the Riverina, Wiradjuri Country, where on the drive to Wagga Wagga I pass by farms of sheep. One day there was just wooly adult sheep, and the next the pasture was alive with lambs. A week later, the green pastures are alive with canola. Today, the cherry blossoms that line a section of the railway are in bloom.
I get it. I finally get it. I also acknowledge just how ignorant I’ve been as I feel as though I need to relearn and just start over from the very beginning.
This land sings in a way unlike anything I’ve heard or felt before…and I’m nervous. I am that Fool standing on the edge anxious of the first step.