Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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Stomp

Our religion is a danced religion, and right now it's time to stomp.

The ground is frozen, so we dance our stomp-dances for sleeping Earth and the sleeping animals and the sleeping seeds.

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

The stomp-dances begin now and continue while the ground is frozen.

Come thaw, of course, you don't stomp any more. That work will already have been done, that magic made.

No, then we'll start spring's leaping dances. The higher we leap, the higher they grow.

Grow! Grow! Grow!

 

Around here it wouldn't be February Eve if we didn't sing Groundhog and stomp on the ground to wake the hibernators (and call the migrators). Here Buffy St. Marie sings while accompanying herself on the mouth-bow, just like the Animal Man above.

 

 

 

 

 

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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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  • Chris Moore
    Chris Moore Sunday, 29 January 2017

    Stomping, then leaping, then...? What is the reaping step?

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Monday, 30 January 2017

    Reaping dances tend to have lots of bending, reaching, and gathering in them. Imagine using a sickle or scythe.
    But that's a little later. The dances of summer are often line dances; and, of course, there's the great Man-Woman dance at Midsummer's....

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Monday, 30 January 2017

    Let me add that, since summer is the time when the tribe gathers together (as we still do), it's the time for dances of seperation (men together, women together) and of meeting. Also, let it be said, of war dances.
    These are broad generalities. Of course, most occasions have dances specific to them. At Yule, the Great Dance of the Wheel (with torches), at Imbolc the Bear Dance....

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