Jul 13, 2014

Blessing the Corn



Last week I gathered together a masterpiece of wild women, spanning three generations, and led them to my friend's ranch to bless the corn and shame the sunset with a grand fire.

My friend is in her third year of planting this particular variety of corn, and I've never tasted anything sweeter or more tender.  After much research, she adjusted her planting style this year and the organic crop looks fabulously healthy.  She is a plant whisperer too, my friend.  She wanders the rows each day, speaking encouragingly to the growing stalks. They are her pride and joy. She speaks of them as her children.  

Some of us walked beside her into the field that night, the others keeping guard by the fire. We gave our blessings and our compliments to the plants, inspiring them to grow strong and healthy.  They could not have a better ally than my friend.  The crop will be spectacular this year.


Once the good work was done, the fire was burning bright and there was wine to be had, and s'mores for the young ones (and the young at heart.)  I had brought herb bundles to toss on the flames, and some of us walked through the fragrant smoke to purify ourselves. It was an extra benefit that the scent kept the mosquitoes away for a good while as well.


We laughed and danced and solved all the worries we had patience enough to, and then stared long into the fire making wishes on the sparks as they floated skyward and burned themselves out.  The setting sun couldn't compete with our fete, poor thing.


When the nearly-full moon rose and the younger ones went home to warm baths and cozy beds, some of us lingered a while longer, as wine and good company is wont to have you do.

It does not pass my notice that I have been born terribly fortunate when it comes to making friends.  I used to joke that powers that be knew that I would need much help in this lifetime, and so instead of great beauty, riches, or a fantastic mind, I was instead offerred a considerable number of amazing friends.  And you know, given a choice, that is the gift I would embrace every lifetime.


Wishing you brightness and warmth, good wine, and amazing friends.

14 comments:

jaz@octoberfarm said...

what a wonderful evening. i love a good bonfire.

mxtodis123 said...

Sounds like a fun time was had by all. Reminds me of the cornfields of my youth.
Mary

Aidan Wachter said...

Well, you got the beauty and brains, too! Lucky girl!

Your post made me think of this, in spades:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=NBhbsFTqXvE

From the lovely Danny Schmidt.

I best the corn felt lucky, too.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Sounds like a wonderful summer evening!

Rue said...

Thank you Aidan - I think that might be the most perfect song I've ever heard.

Linda Wildenstein said...

This is such an inspiring post. Your sharing of your blessing is a blessing.....thank you. Oma Linda

lovebythemoon.com said...

Oh how lovely that sounds.. my plants love when I talk to them as well..

Tilda said...

Good friends are, indeed, more worthy than any material possessions!

Thanks for sharing your beautiful ceremony with us---can almost smell the crackling fire and the burning herbs...

Sara said...

What a wonderful gift. And fabulous evening. Wine and s'mores sound perfect!

Babylon Sisters said...

What a glorious post! I live in Houston now but attended many pagan gatherings with wine and bonfires back in Nova Scotia...

Rue said...

I have an aunt in NS and spent a small amount of time there - it is a gorgeous place. Houston would be a huge change!

Hilary @ The RNY Life said...

What a lovely evening

Aine O'Brien said...

Oh, I love this post. I would love to be there, blessing the corn, drinking the wine by the fire, watching the moon.

Jennifer said...

Good friends are worth their weight in gold.

Nothing like a good fire with friends gathered around it sharing wine and conversation! Sounds like a lovely summer evening!