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.

  • Home
    Home This is where you can find all the blog posts throughout the site.
  • Tags
    Tags Displays a list of tags that have been used in the blog.
  • Bloggers
    Bloggers Search for your favorite blogger from this site.
  • Login
    Login Login form

Waiting

So the Mother comes to the birthing-stool. Painted with white clay patterns of birth, she waits.

Around her the animals gather in silent expectation. They say that at midnight on Midwinter's Eve, they will speak. They wait.

They say that at midnight on Midwinter's Eve, the trees will burst into blossom. They wait.

They say that at midnight on Midwinter's Eve, the rivers and springs will flow with wine. They wait.

They say that on Midwinter's Eve, the Sun will blaze forth in glory at midnight: and, indeed, our eyes shall behold it.

We wait.

Last modified on
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.
Author's recent posts

Comments

  • Alana Erickson
    Alana Erickson Tuesday, 16 December 2014

    Makes me want to get clay in my hands again and make some little figurines for yule time!

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Thursday, 18 December 2014

    Around Big Mama on her stool, the under-the-tree menagerie just grows every year: the Minoan bull, the faience hippo, the Proto-Geometric horse, the Netsuke rabbit, the pipestone turtle, the Hopi muskrat, the Scythian stag....

  • Molly
    Molly Wednesday, 17 December 2014

    This is lovely! :)

  • Steven Posch
    Steven Posch Thursday, 18 December 2014

    Just pulling together the pieces, Molly. Glad you like it.

    My experience has always been that the best stories are the most specific ones. It's all very well to talk about the Rebirth of the Sun; I think it's impingent on each of us to ask, In this landscape, how?

  • Please login first in order for you to submit comments

Additional information