On March 5th & 6th an ancient festival took place in Egypt and ancient Rome known as ‘Navigium Isidis’.
It was a great community event, accounts tell of some fabulous processions perhaps our equivalent now would be Notting Hill Carnival held in London or Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
In honour Isis and in remembrance of ‘Navigium Isidis’ I take a little wooden boat to the sea and launch it with my own personal prayers.
Luckily I live very close to a fishing quarter here in Hastings and so it is the ideal place to do this. My little Isis ship will set sail from the fisherman’s beach. The following poem I wrote with these thoughts ….
NAVIGIUM ISIDIS
Many moons ago in the Black lands far away
People joined the procession of Navigium Isidis
Celebrated upon this day.
All our current carnivals with floats derived from this
A mosaic of musical merriment; masks & costumes headed towards the port,
Where the boat of Isis waits; laden with offerings of every sort.
Before She sets sail
She is purified and Blessed
The boat represents Isis
Honoured throughout Her Fest.
She is patroness of sailors
The river Nile and all the seas,
She steers humanity on a journey
Bringing worldly sufferings to ease.
The Mast is raised, as the gentle spring breeze blows
The procession lets out a cheer as the ship of Isis departs,
Off across the waters or maybe to the stars above
Isis is Mistress of All Magick keeper of human hearts.
Out across the distance the Ship of Isis diminishes from sight
The procession continues to celebrate; as daytime turns to night,
Navigium Isidis was celebrated back through the mists of time
Yet still little boats are launched honouring Isis, the Great Mother Divine.
Rosie Weaver. March 09
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It was a great community event, accounts tell of some fabulous processions perhaps our equivalent now would be Notting Hill Carnival held in London or Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
In honour Isis and in remembrance of ‘Navigium Isidis’ I take a little wooden boat to the sea and launch it with my own personal prayers.
Luckily I live very close to a fishing quarter here in Hastings and so it is the ideal place to do this. My little Isis ship will set sail from the fisherman’s beach. The following poem I wrote with these thoughts ….
NAVIGIUM ISIDIS
Many moons ago in the Black lands far away
People joined the procession of Navigium Isidis
Celebrated upon this day.
All our current carnivals with floats derived from this
A mosaic of musical merriment; masks & costumes headed towards the port,
Where the boat of Isis waits; laden with offerings of every sort.
Before She sets sail
She is purified and Blessed
The boat represents Isis
Honoured throughout Her Fest.
She is patroness of sailors
The river Nile and all the seas,
She steers humanity on a journey
Bringing worldly sufferings to ease.
The Mast is raised, as the gentle spring breeze blows
The procession lets out a cheer as the ship of Isis departs,
Off across the waters or maybe to the stars above
Isis is Mistress of All Magick keeper of human hearts.
Out across the distance the Ship of Isis diminishes from sight
The procession continues to celebrate; as daytime turns to night,
Navigium Isidis was celebrated back through the mists of time
Yet still little boats are launched honouring Isis, the Great Mother Divine.
Rosie Weaver. March 09
.
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