The blog has had a facelift, and a new year has begun, and with it I’ll be updating the blog in a different way. On Mondays I’ll be writing about an aspect of my spiritual life, and on Friday the post will be of a musical/creative theme. There’ll be other posts in between but this is the pattern I’m going to aim at. So, it’s Monday – time to explore a part of my spiritual life.
Let’s start with robes.
I’ll start by saying I have a very positive relationship with ritual dress. I have a modern Druid robe. It’s off-white with Rowan embroidery to show my spiritual association with this tree. To me it is a sacred garment that I only ever wear during ritual, or some other spiritual or religious activity. I’ve been asked to wear it for media photographs but I always refuse – that is not what it’s about. It is not about dressing up to show off. It’s about intent and focus.
When I put on my Druid robe I know that magic is about to take place. Like an executive putting on their well groomed black suit, the act of putting on the robe can act as one of the many shifts in focus that take us out of the ordinary, and into that frame of mind where we engage the Magician. Do I need to wear it? No, of course not. But like the smell of incense, the lighting of a candle, the chanting of a sacred word, the walk into a twilight forest, it is one more thing that can help to deepen my relationship with the intent of the moment.
I believe that, over time, and with regular use, magical items can absorb the memories of ritual and magic. Like the magic wand they can become allies for the magician – friends and companions that almost take on personalities of their own. I am blessed that Cerri is an amazing seamstress, and she made my robe to my own requirements. Like any magical tool it is always best if you can make them yourself. The shop-bought wand might be a great companion, but better the personally hunted and cut wand from a tree you have known, and one you can return to again in the future. I think the same can be said for the robe. If it is made for you, or even better if you can make it yourself, there will always be a closer relationship.
I know there are some who say we shouldn’t wear robes, that they make us look daft, and bring embarrassment. I don’t agree. I think they bring colour, drama, and can help bring a shift of consciousness, but in the context of ritual and sacred acts. You will never see me robed on stage, but you might bump into me in the woods, robed and chanting, singing and playing music to the moon and stars, to the trees and to the Fae.
And they seem to turn their gaze toward me in familiarity, and recognise the white robe, in the greenwood grove.