Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where the righteous Celtic pantheon wishes to greet you with a hearty Happy Alban Eiler!
About 90 minutes before this posting, the sun crossed the equator. (I bet I got it right this time.)
Take a moment to honor your ancestors and the ancestors of your place. Think what spring must have meant to them. Especially those Native Americans in Canada that got buried under five feet blizzards. All hail these hardy folks!
And let us not forget the ancestors of the African people, who were brought to these shores against their wills. Where are their bored gods now? All hail those bored gods, may they find light and worship again!
We at "The Gods Are Bored" have some posts planned, but we're so doggoned busy being a school teacher. It just don't come natural, like writing does.
So, a blessed Alban Eiler to you and yours, celebrate the spring, if it's spring where you are!
Spring has sprung
The grass has riz
I wonder where
The buzzards iz.
FROM ANNE
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS, no matter how stupid some people might find that title!
2 comments:
...and the blessings of Alban Elved from the southern hemisphere!
It always makes me wonder, come this time of year, how southern hemispher Christians survive the cognitive dissonance implicit in their celebration of Easter, with its attendant egg-and-chick imagery, at this time of year.
cerridwen
Love,
Terri in Joburg
Tellya what. I'll send you our early-spring skeeters (they arrived about a month ago, and have doubled in that time) and you can send me some of those lovely, cool, dry spring breezes from places that have FOUR seasons in a year.
Deal?
Happy solstice and fertility rites and whatever toots yer horn, darlin'!
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