Tuesday, December 14, 2004

WILL THE CIRCLE BE UNBROKEN

The wheel of the year has almost fully turned, and once again we approach the Solstice. Last year I wrote on the ancient traditions of Solstice through history, and all over the world. Now that my year has slowed down, and I have some time to think and write, I will return to this wonderful and rich treasury of lore. This time I want to focus on some of the themes and decorations still common at the winter holidays, show how they have come down through the ages from times and places when Nature was still recognized as a force and an influence upon our lives. Solstice of course celebrates the turning of the year, the return of the sun; the promise of light, warmth, life, overcoming darkness, cold and death.

Because I just unpacked and hung on our front door a lovely handmade wreath sent by a friend in Maine, I want to start with just that, the making and decorating of our homes with wreaths of evergreens. The wreath itself is in the shape of the oldest of symbols, the circle. A symbol to be found in every culture on the globe, from ancient times to the present. A symbol representing so many things, all of them related: the cycles of life, eternity, the goddess herself, death and rebirth, the moon, the sun. So, we make a circle to symbolize the rebirth of the year, the return of the sun, the unbroken cycle of life. We make it with evergreen boughs, branches from the trees that hold the promise of renewal in the depths of Winter. For our early ancestors the existence of plants that did not wither and die, drop their leaves and appear dead, with the onset of the long dark days of winter, served as a metaphor for the undying deities of the natural world. In nature religions every one of our familiar green branches has a meaning, a symbolism: pine, fir, cedar, juniper, all symbolize continuity of life, protection and prosperity. Holly symbolizes many things, among them the old solar year, protection and good luck.

So – don’t put up those plastic wreaths this year. Take your children, go out into the real world, cut boughs and branches of the evergreens that grow in your area (you can’t hurt them, the more you prune the more they grow), form them into the shapeof the wheel of the year. Place them on your doors, your walls, your altars, to celebrate the continuation of life, to ask for protection and prosperity. The colors red, green and white are the Druidic holiday colors – so, put holly berries and ribbons on that wreath, ask the Great Mother to help us through another turning of the wheel.

I would be remiss not to mention how the wreath has also transformed into a Christian symbol over the ages, through the lovely ceremony of the Advent wreath.  Advent is the liturgical season of preparation for the birth of Christ, and here the wreath is a symbol of God, the eternal, and of eternal life in God.  Four candles are placed on the wreath, three rose colored, one purple.  The wreath usually has a place of honor at the middle of the family table, and one candle is lit each Sunday evening during Advent.  More on this tradition can be found here.  We did this all through my Catholic childhood.  I have to say that making and lighting the Advent wreath is one of my fondest holiday memories.

Monday, December 13, 2004

UNCHAINED MELODY

Free, free, free at last!  Well, sort of.  Finished with college work as of today.  I spent the entire day yesterday (with a dog-walking break) at the kitchen table grading papers, essays, finals, and make-up tests - then computing final grades.  Next semester I'm going to put it all on Blackboard and let the computer do the math for me, save me a lot of bother.  Today I got the final grades into the computer, handed back journals and essays, and went to the First Ever Language Department Holiday Lunch.  We have just become our own department; previously we have been under the Developmental Studies Dept.  This is a big step, and one that makes us all very happy.  We are finally getting a Language Lab for next semester - it's under construction even as we speak. 

My afterschool kids are still with me, as their vacation doesn't start until the end of next week.  We had a splendid day last Friday, doing origami tree ornaments.  I brought ice-cream sandwiches, and it all felt deliciously festive.  The agency has a tree up in the lobby, and we put some of our creations on it.  I brought in a couple of books with origami patterns, a lot of interesting paper, metallic thread to hang them up with.  I simply laid the materials out on the table, and they couldn't get into it fast enough.  Some had had previous experience with origami, others were new to it.  All were unstoppable, when it was time for the bus, no one wanted to go home.  I was a trifle worried that, because they are mainly preadolescent boys, they'd find it girlish or sissy.  No ma'am, no such thing.  My most macho dude was the absolute master of folding - he created wonderful birds in exquisite colors, then asked if he could borrow my book and take some paper home to keep working.  Today he told me he had mastered several more birds and promised to bring me some.  Kirigami may be next.  Gotta say it again - I love these kids.

Thursday I'll be off to Texas for a few days, the acting niece is in another play.  This time it's The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, at the Dallas Children's Theatre.  It's also her 14th birthday on Friday.  The holiday season movies often open on her birthday, and it's her tradition to celebrate by going to Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, whatever, with a few friends.  This year it will be Lemony Snicket, and I'll be there to join them.  This will make her mother (my sister) happy, having another adult amidst the giggling gaggle of girls. I've gotten her the poster for the movie, with the opening date, as one of her birthday presents.  Along with a truly gorgeous poster of Johnny Depp as Capt. Jack Sparrow.  She has almost as big a crush on him as I have. 

For now, I'm going to visit journal friends whom I have so long neglected.  And do a whole lot of laundry.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

A BLUE CHRISTMAS IS A GOOD THING

Buy Blue
The endlessly inventive minds of internet progressives have come to our aid during this season of retail shopping.  If you haven't yet clued in to buyblue.org, check it out.  It will show you how various chains and corporations allotted their political contributions.  In case you had any lingering doubts, the bargains at Wal-Mart are giving aid and comfort to the Other Guys, big time.  There are some pleasing surprises on this site, places I like to shop are okay to shop!  Places I never shop anyway, or hate, are not okay.  A big exception is Home Depot.  I don't like to shop there, but most of the time it's the only game in town.  From now on, however, I will do my best to avoid it.

Wednesday, December 8, 2004

FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS


It was already first candle last night, but there are seven more to go - so it's not too late to wish one and all a happy Chanukkah.  May we have light in our darkness, both literal and metaphorical.  This is a time of year when the darkness seems to be winning, these holidays tell us that it is really not.  Last year around this point I somehow had time to extensively journal about the way these winter holidays connect us back through the centuries with our earliest ancestors.  If you didn't know me then, or read those entries, I reoffer them:  they begin here, and continue on through the month of December, 2003.  There certainly isn't time this December to make it a tradition!

Tuesday, December 7, 2004

BLEEDING HEART

You Are a Liberal for Life
You've got a bleeding heart - and you're proud of it. For you, liberal means being compassionate, pro-government, and anti-business. You believe in equality for every person, and you consider yourself universally empathetic. Helping others is not just political for you ... it's very personal too. What political persuasion are you?  

 I found this on JustCherie's journal just now and couldn't help taking the quiz and posting the results.  I have to say it is right on the money, and I have no apologies to make about it.  Take the quiz, it's fun.  Let me know if you do it, I'll come see your results.

Monday, December 6, 2004

RANDOM MUSINGS

Nope, didn't get back to write here during the weekend.  And only have some spare moments now because I felt so crappy this afternoon that I begged out of my afterschool work with the crew of kids.  I'm not sure what's going on, it feels most unpleasantly like the onset of the flu:  achy all over, exhausted, somewhat distanced from myself.  After a brisk walk through the 'hood with the dog, looking at holiday lights, smelling the wonderful air (clouds full of rain, cold, the sea), I feel actually somewhat improved.  I'm off to bed soon anyway - this is the last week of the semester and I absolutely can't afford to be so sick I can't make it in to school in the morning. 

On Saturday I mentioned Jon Soto and said I'd say more.  So, more:  he's a ten year old whose family is Guatemalan, though he was born here and so is a citizen.  He's smart as a snake, in love with U.S. history, can rattle off dates and facts, knows everything about every president, but is getting failing grades in everything BUT social studies.  I'm trying to get him to work on reading, looking for books that will interest him because they are about history, getting him to do more writing.  Math is another story, I can't figure out how to tie it in to history - although I'm sure there's ways.  His social studies teacher had picked him to be one of six elementary students to lead the Pledge of Allegiance at a Governor's Awards ceremony in Dover.  I only found this out by sheer accident, and then found out he wasn't going to be able to go.  His dad works on Saturday, his mom doesn't drive, and he was stoically resigned to not going.  We talked to his parents and told them someone from La Casita (the name of our program) would pick him up and get him to the meeting point for the trip to Dover.  I'm crazy about this kid, and want to help him in any way I can to realize his amazing potential.  It's very interesting to me to be seeing this first generation of U.S. born kids from such an upclose and personal vantage.  They are living in two such vastly different worlds, the one they inhabit at school and the one they inhabit at home. 

Saturday I also said I needed to spout, ere I explode.  But there just isn't time.  There's a lot of thoughts percolatingaround in my head, almost all the time.  I allude to some of this in an entry in my book journal, but it will be a while until I can put any of it into words.  All I know is that I cannot live in a state of rage, despair, fury, and high blood pressure for however many years it takes to turn the direction of this country around.  And I realize I may not live to see it happen.  The continuation of the war in Iraq, much of which is so hidden from our view, the determination to demolish all environmental protections, make dreadful cabinet and judicial appointments - oh, on and on - all of this really could make me spontaneously combust if I let it.  This does not mean I want to close my eyes to reality, ignore it, live in denial.  Fury accomplishes nothing.  For the moment I remain informed, I read news and commentary, I think, but I am also breathing in, breathing out.  It is a period of retreat in some ways, restorative retreat, not defeated retreat.  The winter break is almost  here - I'll be going to Texas for a visit to my nieces, then in to D.C. for Christmas with my sister and niece, then home to read, walk, think, sleep, and finally have the time to journal.  And read journals, something that I have not done for far too long. 

Right now it's finals, grades, and holiday gift shopping.  For the grandchildren, nieces and nephews.  We don't do much between adults in the family.  We shopped for games and books, both in reality and online most of Saturday and Sunday.  I'm not sure which shopping genre is more irritating - reality or virtual.  They both occasion teeth-grinding eventually.  A large cappucino helps. 

Saturday, December 4, 2004

Just a frosty sunny Saturday morning note, before I go off to take Jon Soto to get his ride to a ceremony in Dover where he is one of six children picked to lead the Pledge of Allegiance (more on this later), and then to the college to give makeup tests for two of my classes.  I have so much I want to write here, and never a moment to write it.  In order to avoid another blow-out like I had last spring, I am trying to get enough sleep as well as keeping up with everything else I am doing.  It is seriously cutting into journal time.  But mens sana in corpore sano comes first, I have to think. I am trying to find some peace, trying not to live in rage and despair, so am also finding moments to meditate and exercise.  At some point this weekend I must get to spout a bit here in print though, or I will explode.