Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Equinox People

Tomorrow's one of my favorite days of the year: Egg-Dye Sunday.

We've been doing it every year since 1979 (what they call the Paganolithic). On the Sunday before the Equinox, a whole slew of us get together, stoke up the dye-pots, and (using only the finest natural dyestocks) dye up tens (if not scores) of dozens of eggs.

(With the advent of Paganicon, our local weekend-before-the-equinox Pantheacon North, the egg-dye, like clocks at Daylight Savings, has jumped forward. Old-Stylist that I am, I can't say that I'm best pleased with this turn of events, but the Old Ways haven't survived all these years without staying flexible.) 

This is the Midwest, so of course we start off with a potluck brunch. (Around here, some would say “cauldron-luck.”) There's a festive party while the eggs cook and dye. (Natural dyes are mostly heat-applied.) Singing, laughter, conversation. The windows steam up, the noise level is unbelievable. It's an act of collective alchemy, using the leaves, skins, and roots of last year's growing season to bridge lifeless winter's grinning gap and spark the coming year's abundance.

 

Down the decades we've acquired quite a repertoire of dyestocks, and we're always trying out new ones: this year, achiote seed and liquid chlorophyll. And the colors they produce are stunning: bold, gutsy, tribal.

Eggs yellow as birch leaves and orange as pumpkins. Eggs red as sunrise, and blue as summer skies. Eggs green as new leaves, and brown as good tilled loam. Colors to call forth spring from winter. Colors to bring the dead to life.

As we've done for (arguably) thousands of years. (The last year I went back East for spring break, my father picked up one of the eggs dyed Minoan-red with onionskin and asked, “What did you use to get this color? My grandmother used to dye eggs that looked like this.”) Before the church, before iron. Back when our gods were Earth and Sun and Thunder: the great Powers on whom our lives depend and always will. Back when we knew that only magic can bring back spring. Back when we understood that colored eggs can raise the dead.

The cashier ringing up my six dozen this week remarked, “Sure is a lot of eggs.”

“Getting ready for the holiday,” I say.

She looks at me. “Easter's not for weeks yet.”

“We're Equinox people,” I tell her.

Photo: Katie Clapham

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.
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  • Sarah Avery
    Sarah Avery Saturday, 07 March 2015

    Those are gorgeous colors. Were you to post a recipe or several, that would be Very Welcome among your readers!

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Sunday, 08 March 2015

    Will do, Sarah. Watch this space!

  • Lizann Bassham
    Lizann Bassham Sunday, 08 March 2015

    what a wonder post - thank you - we are indeed an Equinox People!

  • Michele
    Michele Monday, 09 March 2015

    So glad you left blank pages in the back of the Prodea Cookbook so I can add the recipes for the achiote seeds and liquid chlorophyll right in for future reference. :)

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Tuesday, 10 March 2015

    According to Diana Kennedy (the Julia Child of Mexican cookery), one needs to boil the achiote seeds for 5 minutes, then soak them as long as possible. Then break them up in a mortar and, finally, grind them smooth. Or you can just buy achiote paste at the Mexican grocery.

    "Will work for beauty." Enjoy!

  • Michele
    Michele Friday, 13 March 2015

    Thanks!

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