Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Witches' Thanksgiving: An Invocation
On this Equinox Day, a guest post by longtime Minneapolis priestess and liturgist Magenta Griffith: a Harvest Invocation first delivered at our coven's 40th Annual Harvest Supper last night.
After the invocation, those around the table chimed in, thanking specifically the lives that came to an end for the sake of our feast: “Thank you, lamb!” “Thank you, cabbage!” (The onions, of course, got a big cheer.)
It ends with a toast, and the feast begins: Witches' Thanksgiving, 2019.
Harvest Invocation 2019
Life feeds on life, life feeds on death
And some will die so all might eat
Greens are pulled alive from earth
Wheat is scythed to make our bread
Beans are boiled that we might feast
Grapes when crushed become our wine
Spuds are dug to make our soup
Barley roasts to make our beer
Eggs are taken from their hens
Cows are robbed to make our cheese
Cider comes from apples pressed
Sweetness comes from looting hives
Corn is ground to make our meal
We shall someday change into soil
And so the circle turns.
L'Chaim: to Life!
[People call out thanks to the lives that ended to provide our feast.]
L'Chaim: to Life!
[All drink toast.]
[Feast]
One of the Founding Mothers of Paganistan, historian and ethicist Magenta Griffith has been writing, and leading ritual, for more than 40 years.
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