The Morrigan's Medicine II: Lore-Keeping
I have been contemplating an offer given to me by The Morrigan through the opportunity to take on a role of service with my gifts. She most clearly offered training as Her Bard. After my mentor clarified the role of a Bard as Lore-Keeper, I wondered what sort of lore I would hold.
The central Calling in the context of my practice as a Spirit Worker is "Know Thyself." It's main theme surrounds my agency and Free Will as an individual. The Morrigan knows this just as well as the other Powers I work alongside. While I study Her from the context of Irish Mythology, it is not necessarily lore I would feel inspired to keep.
However, yesterday I realized the direction I would be most interested in heading as a Lore-Keeper when a new caregiver came over to help me with some light housekeeping.
She came in very anxious and accidentally broke my teapot while helping with dishes. I was not mad. I do not anger unless there is a perceived injustice, and this was entirely an accident. As we cleaned up the pieces, she told me she 'heard' someone tell her she was going to break it if she wasn't careful... but she didn't believe it.
Piquing my interest as a spiritual practitioner, I wanted to know more. I also wanted her to feel at ease after she promised to replace it. I was hesitant to share my own story because I have told it so many times, and it is hard to tell whether people are up for listening or just being polite. It's part of Minnesota Nice, so I tend to hold back unless asked.
So, for the first time in my life, I told her “I like to hear people’s stories.” Instead of me pouring out my own lore, she opened up. She told me a lot of struggles she’d been through while also her sustained faith in God. I commented a few times, but my replies seemed not to land.
Despite my hesitancy, my guides affirmed that I should share my own story in the language I generally use instead of something catered to a more general audience. I held space for her, responded with curiosity and sometimes shared related bits about myself when she became quiet. As I listened to her emphatic recollections of those who’d wronged her, she softened.
By the time we reached the end of her visit, she was so relieved and grateful to find someone like me. She explained that she had a very unique spirituality, and that not a lot of people understood. I was so happy to see her find a sense of ease in my presence.
This experience brought me a lot of insight by evening, and I realized that the lore I wanted to keep was for the people in Central Minnesota. By quietly honoring their stories, I hope to provide the sanctuary for people in my community that I have longed to create for so many years.
