Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Contracting Spiral

I noticed a pattern this morning while sweeping out the Underworld.

(Being resident priest here at Temple of the Moon, I get to say such things. )

Yes, two nights hence we'll descend into the cave beneath the Temple of the Moon for our major November Eve working. Even in the Underworld, you have to clean before the guests arrive.

So, sweeping up limestone dust, I realized that I was sweeping spirally: in a contracting spiral, to be precise.

It's the most efficient way to sweep a floor, really. You pick a center point. Then you go around the first time, sweeping in, toward the center. You go around again, sweeping in. Around and around you go, until finally there's one central pile of detritus.

Sleek. Efficient. Pregnant with meaning.

The leaves are falling here in Witch Country, and I've found the same pattern to apply while raking, the rake being the broom's outdoor equivalent.

In all things, the Pattern.

Two days til November. May and its joys are all of a ha' year hence.

Life—for now—is a contracting spiral.

 

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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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