Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Bet that headline has you wondering where this post will meander, huh?
Sorry, but there are no farmers or traveling salesmen in the mix.
The four virgins who went into the woods were the four members of my Druid grove who are young and unmarried. (Two of these are my daughters The Heir and The Spare.) We had our Druid grove's Samhain celebration this past Sunday, as always in the woods. And our numbers are steady, which is a great sign!
If you believe a particular group of Christians whose brains behave as if they've been playing with listless raccoons, Druids sacrificed virgins on Halloween.
Our virgins emerged from Ritual cheerful and shivery. (It was a chilly afternoon.) I am pleased to report that not one of them was harmed, that harming virgins or any other human being is a sin in the eyes of Druids, and that anyone who thinks otherwise better put down the little, dull-eyed baby raccoon and go call Animal Control.
Blessings of the New Year to you, may the coming dark months not overwhelm you, may you make a fruitful beginning of some new challenge or task, and may you reap the bounty you have sown since last you jabbed sharp knives into unyielding pumpkin rind!
No virgins or kittens have been sacrificed in the preparation of this blog.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
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