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Milky Way–Andromeda black hole merger ...

Mother Universe Herself

 

Mothers come in many kinds.

Today, we bless them all.

All mothers here present,

mothers that were

and mothers yet to be,

as well as all those who mother,

for—as I don't need to tell you—

mother is as much a verb as a noun:

may the Mother of All,

she who 13.8 billion years ago

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Let's just be up front here: depending on where you stand in relation to it, any standing stone, anywhere in the world, can point to the Winter Solstice.

That doesn't mean that there's an intended alignment, though.

 

In the early 19th century, for reasons unknown, a Yankee farmer named Jonathan Pattee covered a hill near North Salem, Connecticut, with drystone walls and rock-built chambers. There's nothing here that other New England farmers of the same period didn't build, but Pattee took it to extremes. Perhaps we may best—using the felicitous 18th architectural term—describe his life's work as a “folly.”

Today the site goes by the grandiose (and rather silly) name of America's Stonehenge. Back when I was new in Craftdom, it was called Mystery Hill—a much better name, really.

(The former tells, the latter entices. The latter opens the door; the former slams it shut.)

Many claims have been made for the site, all unproven. Vikings, Irish monks, and peripatetic ancient Celts are only a few of those claimed as its builders.

Quack history has its own fashions. Back when the “megalithic yard” was in style, megalithic yards suddenly sprouted up all over AS/MH. Then, when archaeo-astronomy became au courant, heretofore unregarded standing stones were suddenly discovered to point to the solstice, equinox, and cross-quarter sunrises.

Take, for example, the claimed Winter Solstice alignment. It's not a large stone, admittedly, but with an avenue cleared through the forest between it and the point of Winter Solstice sunrise, it sure looks impressive.

But it isn't really.

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The Minneapolis May Day Parade, present ...

 

Don't look now, but the guy walking down the sidewalk is dragging a life-sized wooden cross, hooked over his shoulder.

(Well, big enough to crucify a large child on, anyway.)

I think of H. L. Mencken's famous definition of Puritanism: “the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be having fun.”

We are. It's the first Sunday in May, which means that here in the pagan neighborhood it's the annual May Day Parade down Bloomington Avenue. Thousands of people, as we do every year, have gathered to dance down the street in collective joy that Winter is finally over.

As the guy gets closer, I notice that his cross has a caster on the bottom. Hmph. Jesus should have had it so easy.

A satirist by nature, I can't help myself. I start to sing:

 

The wheels on the cross go round and round,

round and round, round and round;

the wheels on the cross go round and round,

all through the town.

 

People around me laugh. The guy looks irritated. Not quite the reaction that he'd expected, maybe.

A while later he comes back, headed back to wherever he came from. This time people around me join in.

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The group of witches sits listening.

Alison is telling us about her coven sister who, in the mistaken practice of the day, deliberately raised her children, not as pagans, but as nothing, so that (in theory, anyway) they would have the freedom to make their own choice for themselves later in life.

(The tragic result of this ill-conceived exercise in spiritual libertarianism was almost invariably that said children, having no basis of comparison by which to make a good decision for themselves, usually ended up falling prey to the first spiritual predator to come along.)

“...And so when she was eighteen, her daughter became a...”

A pregnant pause.

“...a Baptist.”

A collective gasp of horror.

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Spring Flowers Bring Healing

Flower essences restore emotional balance and aid physical harmony. I recommend using Dr. Bach’s flower remedies, which were originally created from the morning dew found on flower petals. These subtle medicines are available in most health food and metaphysical stores. To know which essences are right for you, take a pendulum and write the essence names on paper in a wheel formation. Holding the pendulum in the middle, wait for it to select one name while chanting.

Spirit of the flower, help me this day

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The Wicker Man (1974) - Turner Classic ...

 

Here's my male-male version of Thomas Morley's 1595 classic madrigal Now is the Month of Maying. (A female-female version won't be far to find for those so desirous.)

“Barley-break” is a typical May Game, a kind of three couple-tag. Remind me to show you how to play it some time.

Fa la las: not just for Yule any more.

 

Now is the Month of Maying, Revisited

 

Now is the month of Maying,

when merry lads are playing

fa la la la la la la la fa la la la la la

each with his bonny lad

all in the greenwood shade

fa la la la la la la la fa la la la la la.

 

The Spring, clad all in gladness,

doth laugh at Winter's sadness

fa la la la la la la la fa la la la la la

and to the bagpipe's sound

fa la la la la la la la fa la la la la la

the youths tread out their ground

fa la la la la la la la fa la la la la la.

 

Fie then! Why sit we musing,

all sweet delight refusing?

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Why Are There So Many Jokes About Kilts?

 

Why are there so many jokes about kilts?

Well, my new family plaid kilt is here, right in time for Beltane. Just one problem, though: it's a wee bit long, laddie.

(Ieuan of Cymru: Jones of Wales, in case you're wondering. Bet you didn't know that there were Welsh tartans too, did you?)

(Actually, there weren't, until some enterprising entrepreneur thought them up around the turn of the 21st. So what?)

Love that, ancestry notwithstanding, the kilt has managed to become the National Attire of the Pagan Male, maybe because it's the next best thing to skyclad.

Commando? Seriously?

Darling, I'm pagan. You know what they say: With underwear, it's just a skirt.

Love the look, love the freedom, love the weight and motion, striding out. As my friend Stephanie says, every guy looks better in a kilt.

As for that extra length (maybe the Welsh are more modest than Scots?), well: that's it's own kilt joke.

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