Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Remember-Who-You-Are-Moon: Another Mushroom Moon Shrine. Cultivating Tradition.


"The Moon now rises..."
"The Moon now rises..."

True traditions take time to develop.
We cannot get them from someone else's book.
They are organic & take on a life of their own...


The Wheel still turns. How do we know? Traditions. Once again we found ourselves constructing a Mushroom Moon Shrine. How quickly the helix that is Time winds & unwinds.

Traditions.
We breathe life into them from our spirits, with our hearts.

All the signs were auspicious. All the signs were just right. We entered the dripping forest, rubber-clad to find one welcome after another. Old friends, new friends. Just right.


"Welcome to the forest," they whispered...

Artillery, or Cannonball Fungi with Moose dung & the loyal dime.
Artillery, or Cannonball Fungi with Moose dung & the loyal dime.

"...the rich, fertile, viscosity of fruit & decay awaits..."


Fungi & slime. Auspicious indeed.
Fungi & slime. Auspicious indeed.

Something new, long anticipated emerges from the duff. Auspicious.

Hydnum umbilicatum, the Sweet Tooth or,  perhaps Hydnum repandum, the Hedgehog Mushroom. Hooray, either way.
Hydnum umbilicatum, the Sweet Tooth or,
perhaps Hydnum repandum, the Hedgehog Mushroom.
Hooray, either way.

Old friends arise...

Amanita muscaria. One among thousands.
Amanita muscaria. One among thousands.

...& rise to epic proportions. Playfully auspicious.


A. muscaria tabletops.  Befuddlingly large & abundant this year.
A. muscaria tabletops.
Befuddlingly large & abundant this year.
(The camera is a healthy SLR size.)

We arrive at our shrine site. As before, it is just right...




& still with remains of last year's shrine,


Last year's Aritst's conk (Ganoderma applanatum).
Last year's Aritst's conk (Ganoderma applanatum).


& again with the fruit of the Wolf's Milk. So auspicious.

Wolf's Milk Slime. Keeping with Tradition.
Wolf's Milk Slime.
Keeping with Tradition.

We get to our work & this time, this time no mess, no fuss. Hubby is with us & the Changeling nods off & the result makes my heart sing & I gasp & squeal like a suckling pig. We are all smiles in the drip, drip, drip of the weeping treetops. 

This is all for Her...












...& all of them 
& Them 
& ourselves 
& you.

This is the bud of Tradition.

The Wheel has turned, Tradition tells us. "The Moon now rises to Her absolute rule..." (H. D. Thoreau)


2 comments:

  1. Were the LBM's in the second photo "velvet foot" (Flammulina velutipes)?

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    1. That is highly probable as they do occur up here, but I am guilty of not assembling this particular shrine -- the Husband did the arrangement this time, so I didn't have that intimacy with the whole of them. The mushrooms came from both small & large foragers. I don't recall picking any myself, but the wee folk... well, they are closer to the ground. ;)

      I confess, I am not all that good with the LBMs in general (not that the velvet foot is difficult to distinguish). They bring out an mind-reeling OCD. I think I will need to obtain a microscope to really delve into that bunch.

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