Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Rain Dance

 Some Showers Overnight

 

Don't know about where you are, but around here it's dry, dry, dry.

Well, we're the pagans, and we dance our prayers. So here's a Rain Dance that you can do, either singly or in a group. Obviously, the more that you have, the better. In a group, you can dance either in a slowly-advancing line, or in a circle.

The ideal accompaniment is drum (for Thunder) and rattle (for rain).

The dance starts (as always) on the left foot. The pattern is two two-steps forward, step left, step right, step right, step left, stomp, stomp, stomp. Think of your steps as writing a T on the ground. The basic step is a two-step: step, together.

 

Rain Dance

A Dance-Prayer for Rain

 

Forward, together

Forward, together

Left, together

Right, together

Right, together

Left, together

Stomp

Stomp

Stomp

(and)

 

(The “and” is a quiet step back onto the right foot so that you can start over again on the left.)

If you wish, you can add words, either silently or out loud. For each “Step, together” (whether moving forward or to the side, whether left or right), say Thunder. During the three stomps, say Rain! On! Down!, one word per stomp.

And better it be if you think of yourselves as splashing in a puddle as you do it.

Obviously, the dance is best performed facing the direction from which the predominant rains in your area come. Around here, that means the West.

One might well ask: Is this religion, or sympathetic magic?

In the Many-Colored World of Paganism, where's the difference?

 

 

 

 

 

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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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