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What do you call a Minoan midwinter god?

I've talked before about the names the ancient Minoans used for their gods, here and here, and the difficulties of trying to figure out what those original names were. All we really have to go on is the administrative texts written in Linear B by the Myceneans (or their Minoan scribes). So all that information is filtered through the lens of the Mycenaean Greeks. Case in point: Dionysus.

He's very apropos for today - Winter Solstice - since this is his birthday in the Minoan sacred calendar, when he is born to the great mother goddess Rhea in her cave at sunrise. If you want to view the Minoan pantheon in terms of hierarchy, you'd have to say Rhea is at the top (at least, of the earthbound and Underworld gods - the ocean goddess Posidaeja and the cosmic goddess Ourania could be considered to be "above" her but that's another blog post).

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    Thank you. I very much enjoyed this piece
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    You're very welcome!

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Gaia's Fires in the Cold of Winter

The Solstice is upon us and the chill of Winter is reaching deeply into bone. This year, in particular, is one that has tested the boundaries of cold and feeling isolated in a vast tundra of unknowing”ness”. Things change from season to season and in the never ending cycle that is life itself, Gaia remains steadfast and strong in offering up her body as our home and our refuge as Her fires burn brightly. 

Even though I know this to be true, the memory of her fires fades as the Light of the Solstice returns and Summer takes hold. But now, this is the time of remembering as the nights have grown longer and the cold seeps in, and I feel a chill that cannot be heated by physical warmth. This is a cold that holds the space of awaiting the stoking of the inner fires that resonate with that of Gaia and fuel the yearning, to once again, be held in her embrace. 

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Today, I am a Flamekeeper of Brighid

 The longest night is upon us. For three short days, we have watched the watery sun rise and set in the same place on the horizon, barely skimming the treetops at its highest point, filmed over by hazy clouds. This morning, it was impossible to tell just when the sun had risen, and indeed even though it has been up for half an hour, it's just as dark as before, with heavy overcast skies letting in only a small amount of light. I lit a candle in my lantern dedicated to Brighid just as the sun rose somewhere behind the clouds, and in Her name I lit my solstice flame. The candle's flame burns very low, just barely alight as it struggles amidst a pool of wax and an insufficient wick. There is the tiniest amount of light at the tip, with a small blue aura beneath. I look at it even as I type these words, and its struggle portends much to come.  

It has been a difficult year for many. Across the Western world, we have been rocked by unprecedented political change. There is not much hope for the future. Political leaders do not have the common good in mind, and greed runs riot. Things have not changed for the better. Across the globe, war, strife and unrest rage, with millions of innocent beings suffering.  And there is still more darkness to come.  

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Winter Solstice

It’s not that the light returns—it hasn’t really ever gone anywhere. It’s that by the time of this longest night, shortest day, we’re desperate to find our way back to anything that looks like the warm shining window of home. Whew! Like shamans who have traveled too far out on a path that didn’t exactly have a beginning or middle, let alone an end, we’re suddenly faced with the stark emptiness of the Illusion of Dark.

Come on! Wemoon know magic stronger than these scary B-movies playing out everywhere in the world around us. We know something deeper than “the end is near!”

We can dance clear through walls—right through infinities of incoherence, right past looming mirages of the united corporations of fear. This is the turning, this moment. Together now let’s reach into the soul’s medicine bundle, down into the hidden womb pocket, and pull out the quantum seed, the essential speck that is both Dark and Light, both End and Beginning. It is in our hands.

It is Now!

Miriam Dyak © Mother Tongue Ink 2015


Miriam Dyak (Seattle, WA) All my life is poetry. Close to 60 years of
writing poems, journals, books and not about to stop. I am a Social Artist,
Voice Dialogue facilitator and teacher, dream weaver, gardener of souls.

Carrie Wachter (Gainesville, FL) is a self-taught artist creating
intuitively visionary paintings of the beauty, wisdom and power of women and
the Spirit of Nature that connects us all.

 

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“May you experience each day as a sacred gift wrapped around the heart of wonder.”

–John O’Donohue

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Earth's Blessing on the Newborn Sun

Straight be thy will,

deft be thy hand:

O heat of my heart,

O light of my land.

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  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch says #
    And to you, my dear! (Did you get the golden Mother?) Let's talk soon!
  • Aline "Macha" O'Brien
    Aline "Macha" O'Brien says #
    Merry Yule! Love and warm blessings to you.
The Promise of Three Fires - A Solstice Blessing

 

The Promise of Three Fires – A Solstice Blessing

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