Here comes the sun, doo do doo doo do...
Friday, February 1st, 2002 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flwydI arose at 4:30 am this morning, after a rousing four and a half hours of sleep. I donned (radiating out from my core) a long sleeve shirt, a sweater, a Green Man T-shirt, a navy wool cloak, undies, sweatpants, shell pants, one pair of socks, hiking boots, winter gloves, and a shark hat. I trudged down to Safeway to buy a bag of apples and a bag of bagels. The guy at the counter liked my cape.
I then met up with the rest of the merry pagans, got in a car, and drove to halfway house on Flagstaff Mountain. After about half an hour of trying to start a fire (somewhat successfully), we gave a close to accurate rendition of an Imbolc ritual. (Copied from the web, but I have misplaced my copy of the ritual, and thus lack the URL.) My dressing worked quite well in all respects except my feet. Two layers of socks would've been a good idea. But what do pagans do when they get cold feet? Drum the sun up and dance. The quarter-till-7 eastern sky was a lovely gradient of orange to light blue, and the moon was resplendant above the mountains. WIth the fire not performing up to snuff, we decided to retreat to Heather and Brian's house to warm up and have hot breakfast items. So much for trying to recreate our bagel and apple roasting experience of last year. Andy and I watched the sun rise from town. Only in Colorado would one watch the sunrise while facing west.
I didn't get too many stares for wearing a cloak around campus. I mean, when someone has a shark on his head, what conclusion are you to draw from a big black cape? Kaleigh said the two articles didn't go well together. But when it's dark and cold, I don't worry about clothes clashing. (What's that? I don't worry about clothes clashing when it's light and warm either? Point.)
But despite our weak encouragement, spring agreed to return. You can thank us later.
Now the only question is how little sleep I'll get while philosophizing all weekend.
(Interesting aside: My client appears to have a bug. There are 16 "Web" menus on the screen. 15 say the same thing, the other says "No Web menu available." Fun!)
I then met up with the rest of the merry pagans, got in a car, and drove to halfway house on Flagstaff Mountain. After about half an hour of trying to start a fire (somewhat successfully), we gave a close to accurate rendition of an Imbolc ritual. (Copied from the web, but I have misplaced my copy of the ritual, and thus lack the URL.) My dressing worked quite well in all respects except my feet. Two layers of socks would've been a good idea. But what do pagans do when they get cold feet? Drum the sun up and dance. The quarter-till-7 eastern sky was a lovely gradient of orange to light blue, and the moon was resplendant above the mountains. WIth the fire not performing up to snuff, we decided to retreat to Heather and Brian's house to warm up and have hot breakfast items. So much for trying to recreate our bagel and apple roasting experience of last year. Andy and I watched the sun rise from town. Only in Colorado would one watch the sunrise while facing west.
I didn't get too many stares for wearing a cloak around campus. I mean, when someone has a shark on his head, what conclusion are you to draw from a big black cape? Kaleigh said the two articles didn't go well together. But when it's dark and cold, I don't worry about clothes clashing. (What's that? I don't worry about clothes clashing when it's light and warm either? Point.)
But despite our weak encouragement, spring agreed to return. You can thank us later.
Now the only question is how little sleep I'll get while philosophizing all weekend.
(Interesting aside: My client appears to have a bug. There are 16 "Web" menus on the screen. 15 say the same thing, the other says "No Web menu available." Fun!)
