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Spring Time is Swing Time

Deep Winter here, and as one does, I dream of Spring.

According to Classicist M. L. West, “Swinging is a recurrent feature of Indo-European springtime and midsummer festivities.”

Sure enough: in Hindu India, in ancient (and modern) Greece and Rome, in Russia, in the Balkans, in the Baltics: springtime (often Easter) is when you hang a swing from the leafing-out branch of a tree and jump on for a ride (and better it be if it's with a buddy). Half the Latvian Easter dainas that I've seen focus on swinging. There's said to be a sympathetic correlation between how high one swings and how high the crops will stand in the coming growing season.

One sees this fertility angle in India as well: at the Jhulan festival, they rock little images of Krishna and his consort Radha in a flower-decked swing. The pujari told me: “Swinging is one of Krishna's favorite pastimes.” This made more sense to me when I came across Cirlot's observation that “Swinging is analogous to intercourse.”

 As always, I ask myself: if our pagan traditions had come down to us unbroken in the English-speaking world, what would our spring swing-songs look like? This premise underlies fully half of my work, and in my experience it's no mean way to begin to shape the unbroken pagan traditions yet to come. As my friend and colleague Volkhvy always tells me, “We're not reconstructing the past; we're reconstructing the future.”

 Swing Song

Spring time is swing time,

high, high, high:

high as a bird

in the sky, sky, sky.

High as a bird

on the wing, wing, wing:

who wouldn't, who couldn't,

sing, sing, sing?

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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