01:37 pm - new tools
A student came to stay with me a few days before Samhain. From overseas, I wanted to show her some of the sights in town. Of course, we dropped into Inspirit Common, our local pagan-spirit-shop. I didn't intend to purchase anything other than some white sage. But of course, there was something new in one of the cases.
I don't often buy "altar" tools. Truth be told, I'm the kind of Witch who is more comfortable casting with nothing in my hands than holding a knife or wand . . . although I've been known to hold one, or the other, or both.
So, that afternoon, there in the case was a little stag horn handled knife with a curved stone blade. When I held it in my hand, it felt like a scalpel. It fit. Just so.
"Hmmm," I thought, "I don't have one of these." I own a knife I use for casting. And one I use for cleaning wax from candle holders. And another I use to cut through. But this one, it seems, is for excising. "Hmm."
In those moments, as I made my decision, I imagined using it for healing on others. Ah. We know better than that, though, right? We cannot do for others what we will not do for ourselves.
I took it home with me. I left it, buried to the hilt in a shining red apple, on the Working/Ancestor Altar during Samhain. Now, it sits on my home altar.
There, it waits. Ready to be put to use.
Just having it present, the fact it came into my hand and fit just so . . . means it is already working in me and on me. Excising.
What must be excised in order for this Priest to be in health? What festering sore must be opened and cleansed.
The question remains, "Will I have the courage to wield that knife? Will I do it with precision so as not to cut away healthy tissue?"