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