Monday, December 22, 2008

Of Male Druids and Mistletoe

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," sunshine in our souls since 2005! Have no fear, Solstice is here!
Yesterday was one of those days when it was just Sam Hill foolish to be out in a car driving around. We got a glaze of freezing rain that just made every surface stone cold perfect for a hockey game.

This can put quite a crimp in a Druid Grove ritual if your members are stretched out over a 70-mile radius.

I suppose it was last Friday that I suggested our Grove meet at my house pending the precipitation. (We usually meet in a gorgeous state park in Pennsylvania.) I live just a few miles east of Philadelphia.

Considering the elements, we had a nice turnout ... six brave gals who live in the general vicinity of Philly, or within the city limits itself.

Everyone was late, of course. This was one of those afternoons when you had to de-glaze the car before you could move it. But eventually we assembled, had lunch, and contemplated doing our ritual in a little swath of county park near my house. (Former home of the dread Tiki, now banished.)

Our group faced two stumbling points. For the first time we had no Male Druid to read the Male Druid lines. And we had no mistletoe. The Druid who planned to bring the mistletoe lives in Allentown, PA, where every kind of frozen thing the sky can dish out was falling in quantity.

Hmmm. Mistletoe is central to the Solstice ritual. What's to be done?

This is what I love about having a religion that has no written record dictating every little picky thing. It happened that I had a swag of silk mistletoe. I said, "Would the ancient Druids object to our using this? I think not." So we used it.

Male Druid. On this date we were an all-female company. So I went to Mr. Johnson's home office, where he sat hunched over his email.

"We need a Male Druid," I said.

He said, "I haven't washed."

"Doesn't matter," I said.

He said, "You are kidding, right?"

I said yes, of course, I long ago had enough of trying to push religion on family members who haven't washed. So he begged off.

I did the Male Druid part myself. Again, do I think this offended the bored gods sacred to the Celts? Of course not! They're thrilled that anyone would gather in a woods and pray for peace from the Four Quarters! They even showered our ritual with unexpected sunshine! When I turned to face West, that big old star just beamed right into my eager eyeballs.

If your religion is written in stone so you can't adapt to changing circumstances, perhaps you're in the wrong religion. There are many, many, many bored gods and goddesses out there with the big, broad, flexible outlook. Silk mistletoe? No prob, my dears. Gender imbalance? Who cares? Everyone's equal in the love of the bored gods.

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Anonymous said...

The sunshine was magic - not only did it come through at just the right time, it lit up all the ice like crystal and dazzled the grove.

KrisMrsBBradley said...

How beautiful to be able to spend the solstice with those of a like mind. Sounds like a true magical moment, out there with the bored gods.

Alex Pendragon said...

Hell hath no fury in THIS household like a Priestess Scorned.........I would be an outcast in my own Castle if I didn't support THE Wife in her ritual.

Will it be the candlestick? The vase? In the library?

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Morning Angel said...

PHOTO = Best Druid Ever!

Aquila ka Hecate said...

Sounds like you had an excellent Yule.

My blessings, anyway!
Terri in Joburg

-Fred. said...

Nice job!

Skip is a great guy. Too bad he didn't make it.


Cat C-B (and/or Peter B) said...

I loved this write up! (And posted it, as I so often do, to MetaPagan.)

This is the real, glamorous, and exciting world of True Pagan Worship, isn't it? Using what comes to hand (hey, at least the mistletoe wasn't actually plastic!) and rolling with the punches...

Bright Blessings, Anne.

yellowdoggranny said...

did I ever tell you how much I like you and your lovely mind?

well I do..

Anonymous said...

I personally think the gods, in their boredom, sometimes throw little things like that our way just to see if and how we will adapt.

Anonymous said...

I've told my wife I want that outfit. I'm not holding my breath. Rodger Cunningham

Maebius said...

congrats on a dazzling frost-rhined Grove ceremony. Glad to hear it was a success!
I also agree with what you said there, that our creativity and Magic gets a nice boost when we rise to the occasion of "we don't have ____". It's the Druid thing to do too, right, making due with the natural (ie: silk) resources available locally?! :)

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