I wake this day and sit enjoying the calm of a summer morning
I ask protection and healing through this day on those I love
Here and elsewhere
I ask these blessings through this day to twilight
Through the night and again for tomorrow morning
Blessings of sun rays over the mountain
Blessings from the early mornings call of jays
Blessings of liquid sounding calls of grosbeaks
Blessings of the glowing spruce and fir
Blessings of sturdy cedars
Blessing of the deer and her fawns on the hill
Blessings of wild roses
Blessing of the cheery, sunny shades of St John’s wort, dandelion and late buttercups
Blessings of the sweetness of thimbleberry and blackberry.
Blessing all around through the path we walk in the three divisions of day
Ii just had the weirdest ass dream. I was at the church that I had grown up at and there were two things going on, an election and some sort of play.
I wrote the play and then gave it to the rest of the group putting it on and just came to rehearsal and did my part and left because I was in charge of the campaign for what ever the election was for, it was never clear what the election was about except that there were a lot of dirty tricks involved and the election was too be proved by a pile of leaves on the sanctuary floor. During the night I built my pile of leaves from the ones the people had given me, I went back to play rehearsals and someone came running in and told me that 2/3 s of my pile had been stolen. We went and searched everywhere for the rest of the leaves and I ended up going back to the office in my apt and finding the leaves dumped all over my office and having to pick them up and race back to the church which made me late for makeup and costuming before the play. The players were mostly in costume and makeup when I got the outdoor space we were gathering at and people I recognized were yelling at me to hurry and eat my dinner at get my makeup on and it was supposed to be done by one of my childhood Sunday School teachers and she never yelled at me in my whole life. I was “The Hound” in this play that looked like it was about Ancient Egypt by the costuming and I was worried I didn’t know my lines even though I had written the play.
I got my makeup on and was getting more yelling to hurry from a group of gay men in Egyptian kilts to hurry when I got to my costume area and found the costume area where mine should be and pulled it out and it was a heavily embroidered striped chest plate and chest plate suitable for a Doberman and nothing else. I was upset and confused and then I woke up because I had to pee. Weird!
I guess I was Anubis for a night
Day 9 – Ancestors – 30 days of Druidry
We all have ancestors. Some we know and some we do not. Some are nice and some are not. Some were rogues and thieves and murders and some who never put a foot out of line and we need to accept all of them. I get tired of the pagans who pick and choose the glamourous ones. We are the sum of all of them.
I’m descended from Vikings and Scots that came from clans that were noted troublemakers. I know we have everything from bakers and weavers to thieves and murders. One of the family names is Ryve and that ain’t a good thing but it’s their DNA and family stories, recipes and traditions that made me, me.
Unless you are adopted with no knowledge of where you came from that can be hard to sort out. I was lucky enough to have grown up in a storytelling family that kept records of who they were and where they had been on both sides. A lot of people aren’t that lucky. I have photographs that go back to the birth of photograph on glass, tin and thick, thick paper. I can see whose nose got passed down and whose eyes that crinkled up were passed down in photo and photo, generation after generation.
So I honour where I came from. They are part of my pantheon because they are part of me. I honour them because they have a habit of checking in every once in a while if they aren’t busy doing something else. I have to honour them. I wouldn’t be me without them.
That’s the question confronting students in classes taught by Breanne Fahs, associate professor of women and gender studies in ASU’s New College of Interdisciplinary Arts and Sciences. Since 2010 Fahs has offered students the chance to participate in an extra-credit exercise related to body hair.
Female student participants stop shaving their legs and underarms for ten weeks during the semester while keeping a journal to document their experiences. For male students, the assignment is to shave all body hair from the neck down.
“There’s no better way to learn about societal norms than to violate them and see how people react,” said Fahs. “There’s really no reason why the choice to shave, or not, should be a big deal. But it is, as the students tend to find out quickly.”
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