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If Pagans Had a Special Day of the Week, Which Would It Be?

The week, of course, is a collective fiction, and personally I say: Be damned to it.

But if, say, in proper Keeping-Up-With-the-Cowans mode, we wanted to pick a day of the week to be special to pagans, which would it be?

Oddly enough, Received Tradition does seem to speak with a uniform voice on the matter.

That day would be Thursday.

This makes sense. Thunder, great power that he is, was accounted chief of gods in most of the old pantheons, as well he might be: He of the Mighty Voice and Arm, “giver of both life and death.”

Some, indeed, offer to him each Thursday to this day. But more than this, the Lore across Europe counts Thursday a fortunate day: Lucky Thursday.

Take, for example—good old Carmina Gadelica—this charming rhyme from the Hebrides. I've tweaked it only slightly.

 

Thursday of generous Thunder:

day to send sheep on prosperity,

day to send cow on calf,

day to put web to warp.

 

Day to put curragh on brine,

day to set staff to flag,

day to bear, day to die,

day to hunt the heights.

 

Day to put horses in harness,

day to send herds to pasture,

day to make prayers efficacious,

day of my beloved, the Thursday:

day of my beloved, the Thursday.

 

Oh, I'm not suggesting that we lay claim to Thursday as the Pagan Day of worship. (For one thing, it renounces our claim on all the rest.) For me the Moons and the Suns are enough, and more than enough, and the week's a false invention.

But lucky Thursday, Thursday of generous Thunder? Sure, I'll take it, and so may you.

Whatever floats your coracle.

 

 

 

 

 

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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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