Wearing Blue

Some of you may have noticed that I rarely wear blue.  It has never been a particular favorite of mine for clothing.  Usually, if I am wearing any variation of that color I am teaching or priesting a water ritual or dressing in costume as a Dark Fae.  Alison, my beloved mentor, loved blue and wore it a lot.  I have decided to begin wearing blue more often, and when I do, it will be in honor of my beloved teacher.   The 7^th anniversary of her death is this June.  I miss her always.

Dearest

Blue as your eyes,

Blue as the great ocean waters,

Blue as the night sky over the hills of your home,

Blue as the thirteenth moon,

Blue as the tiny iridescent butterflies in your orchard,

Blue as the blueberries we loved to devour,

Blue as the forget-me-nots that grew in your field,

Blue as the God you never taught me about,

Blue as my Black Heart you helped to liberate,

Blue as the first dawn in winter,

Blue as my wandering path without you,

Blue as your eyes,

Blue, blue, blue,

I love you,

Alison Harlow

I love you, blue.

dinner with Alison

On the 31st, at 7 pm I sat down to dinner with my beloved friend,  teacher and mentor, Alison Harlow. As I shopped for this dinner the previous day, picking out the foods she loved the best and finding new things I felt she might enjoy, I realized with a start that I had not eaten a meal with her since May of 2004, a month before she died.
I had spoken with her, called her into circle and asked her questions through a Witch Board ... yes ... but dinner, not until 3 weeks ago. She was quiet at first, with that lovely, slightly wicked glint in her eye as she accepted the plate I offered and I seated myself opposite her in silence. There were two other living friends having supper with one of their beloved dead at the same table, but as we served our friends and sat it seemed that we each went into separate communion with our dinner partner. There were few instructions from Alison, save that I prepare and eat dinner with her at this time of year until I join her on the other side of the Veil. Our communication seemed to come through the food we ate and the deep silence that surrounded us. I still miss her in this world almost daily, but I know that any time I feel drawn to make her a favorite meal I will not eat alone.