Rituals are a good opportunity for making dedications and having them witnessed by your community. Along the way there have been three dedications I've made in a Druidic context that have had a significant impact on me. Looking back I am all too aware that on each occasion, I really had no idea what the implications were of the commitments I was making.
Something like twenty years ago, I knelt in the wet grass at Stonehenge and initiated as a bard. I pledged to use my creativity for the good of my 'tribe' (not language I would now use) and the good of the land. I went into that not knowing what I would be being asked to commit to (not something I'd do these days either). That dedication has become central to what I do with myself, although it has played out in many different ways. It's what I'm for.
Something like eighteen years ago I stood in the museum and art gallery in Birmingham in front of a small baked clay image called The Queen of the Night - probably a depiction of Ereshkigal. It was a gathering organised by The Druid Network. I had an overwhelming sense of being called to walk in darkness, and I accepted the call. I've walked a lot of dark paths since then, bringing back what I can by way of maps for others to use. It's been hard, far harder than I could ever have imagined, but I've managed to do something useful with it here and there and perhaps that's enough.
I'm not at all sure when I made my Order of the Yew pledge but it was in the same timeframe. This order was held within The Druid Network - I've not been involved with either for a long time. The Order of the Yew was very much about making dedications, and I started out with something long and fancy and probably rather self-important. I took myself far too seriously back then. At some point I came back and replaced it with a simple dedication along the lines that I would undertake to love as much as I could for as long as I could. It stuck to me, that one.
Of the three, it's been by far the hardest. I've broken down repeatedly to places where the amount of love I could put into the world really wasn't much at all. I've given from a state of being hollowed out and exhausted for extended periods of time. I have committed, over and over to loving with an open heart people who I knew perfectly well would not reciprocate. I step forward to get my heart broken. If I knew how to stop, I probably wouldn't because I feel most like me when I'm honouring this dedication.
In theory the key thing with making a dedication in ritual is how much you invest in that dedication and how much you are willing to take it forward. In theory. I'm never sure what to believe about anything, but I can say with certainty that these dedications marked and changed me, and invited things into my life that perhaps otherwise wouldn't have happened.
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