Whitsunday

Pentecost is where so many things have happened. As I was putting on the rings and going through the morning rituals I was remembering not only my Confirmation, but also my twenty first birthday party—a week late—and so many other birthdays which took place around this holy time. This summer festival is unlike Christmas and Easter. There is no special Whitsunday dinner, no gifts. The day is simply private and beautiful to me. There couldn’t have been a better day to take the pearl ring and complete the road of Initiation I have walked the last several seasons.

This is the day when the Holy Grail Quest has begun. This is the day the Church was born and another type of quest begun, a type of an ending, but also the start of a new thing. We are led by the Spirit. The White Masked Lady is present as is the Dove, but this Spirit is more force and less form. Calling it she falls almost as short as saying he.

The Spirit is the force moving through all things, the She is the Grail Maiden who bears this force to all who wait for it in the form of the Grail. This energy is moving through us, and we don’t need to force it or push it or make ourselves feel it extra extra good for it to work. At a time like this, the work is the work of stillness and waiting in quiet for the Grail Maiden, she who delivers the Grail in which grace becomes force and force becomes form.