I was at a used bookstore today, looking for any interesting
occult or pagan books to add to my collection.
I came across one called “A Pagan Christmas” or something like
that. It was the usual sort of thing,
with descriptions of what pagan traditions and symbols are still present in the
modern-day North American Christmas. I
didn’t buy it, but it reminded me of something that has been bothering me: Sven
and I aren’t celebrating holidays enough.
We did Jul right, but we were in the middle of moving and we
didn’t put up a tree or any decorations.
December 25 doesn’t have any real meaning to us, but we kind of
neglected the 12 days of Jul. I
celebrated the Spring Equinox alone, libating the Old Man and the grove of
trees with a bottle of local Arizona wine.
This isn’t enough. Granted it’s
only been two holidays, but I feel like I’m being one of these joyless
Christians who decides that most holidays are “too pagan” for them and don’t
celebrate, failing to replace them with anything else.
Resolved: To do Summer Solstice in a big way.
In sad news, Cal Cotton the Hornsmythe, aka The Moor, died
of brain cancer today. He was only in
his early 60s. We knew Cal from the
Viking Fest at Vista, where he was always there in his Moorish costume, selling
horns, skins, utensils, antlers, and anything made of same. He was friendly and funny and talented. We have a number of fox tails we bought from
him because the cats love them, and our drinking horns were from his shop
too. He will be missed. What is remembered, lives.
Also, thoughts and positive energies for Morning Glory
Zell. The Church of All Worlds will be
holding a celebration of her life while she is still with us. The event, called The Party Of Her Life will
take place at their home in northern California this Friday.
The sun rises, the sun sets, the seasons turn. All else is transitory. Blessed be.
