Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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The Bride of Light

In Sweden, she comes on Old Solstice Day

But elsewhere in Witchdom, she comes in early February.

The Bride of Light.

Singing she comes. Crowned with candles and greenery she comes. Gowned and veiled in white she comes.

Before the Sun, she wakes us.

We rise, dress, and follow to where she leads us.

To breakfast.

And to sunrise.

 

By old Witch custom, the Bride of Light is usually played by the youngest daughter who's old enough to be trusted with the responsibilities of the role.

Not having been fortunate enough to be born to a Witch family, I've only been awakened by the Bride of Light once, the year that our coven lived together.

But I'll never forget it.


Sulamith Wülfing, Bride of Light

 

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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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