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| "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...
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| Artillery, or Cannonball Fungi with Moose dung & the loyal dime. |
"...the rich, fertile, viscosity of fruit & decay awaits..."
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| Fungi & slime. Auspicious indeed. |
Something new, long anticipated emerges from the duff. Auspicious.
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| Hydnum umbilicatum, the Sweet Tooth or, perhaps Hydnum repandum, the Hedgehog Mushroom. Hooray, either way. |
Old friends arise...
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| Amanita muscaria. One among thousands. |
...& rise to epic proportions. Playfully auspicious.
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| 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,
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| Last year's Aritst's conk (Ganoderma applanatum). |
& again with the fruit of the Wolf's Milk. So auspicious.
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| 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:
Were the LBM's in the second photo "velvet foot" (Flammulina velutipes)?
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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