Howdy Earthlings! Today's Earthy Thursday post at the PaganNewsBeagle celebrates pingos; aging hikers; sexy hellbenders; Superfund refuges; and native bees.
What's a pingo? And why might they be endangered due to climate change?...
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The first carols were not songs, nor were they specific to Yule.
For pagan religion is preeminently danced religion.
“Carol”* originally meant a round dance (one of the first recorded uses of the word in English—from 1330—referred to a “carol of the stones,” i. e. a stone circle**), and specifically a ring-dance performed to sung rather than instrumental accompaniment. (They say that when it wasn't safe to have musical instruments at the sabbat, we danced there to songs and mouth-music instead. At the sabbat, you can't not dance.)
The guiding principle of nature is More and Different is Better, and left to its own devices without significant outside intervention, it will tend to wild leaps of evolutionary diversity – witness the examples in our own world of isolated islands featuring hundreds of animal and plant species found nowhere else on the planet. With this understanding, we too should seek to honor and respect our diversity, and also that the key to communication and interconnectedness is to remain open to possibility and wonder.
(Nicanthiel Hrafnhild in my book Visions of Vanaheim)...
scouring the earth.
She picks the meat
from your bones,
she drops the scales
from your eyes,
she cleans out
all that has passed away
into something new.
Clearing away the dead
making way for rebirth.
Listen to her.
Lots of Pagan news for today's Watery Wednesday Community post. Living goddess photos; portraits of modern Irish Pagans; Pagans in Russia; PaganPro; a new polytheist conference.
Lisa Levart specializes in creating photographic portraits of goddesses as embodied in living contemporary women. Her most recent project focuses on the Hindu goddess Durga....
Though Terebus knew it was the time of his death, he gathered gifts of abundance to give each person. These were gifts that would help pass the cold season until he would return again: clay for making bowls, reeds for making baskets, glass and beads, paint and songs. Even knowing that he was to die, he pranced and tossed his horns, jingling the bells that had been tied there. When all the gifts were gone, he came and stood before Tellus, in her dark domain, mother of the soil who limits us all.
She spoke, “Terebus, we have spent and built, created and sold, grown and developed for a season. Now it is time to rest, to assess what we have done, to cherish what we have created, to enjoy the fruits of our labors.”...