Honoring the Harvest
They claim that politically the country is pretty well split
down the middle between Democrats and Republicans. There are other denominational
differences. There are Summer people and
there are the rest of us. I suspect that
the Summer people outnumber the rest of us.
Any of them who live in the Pacific NW are welcome to move somewhere
that never knows the changing of the seasons.
We mossbacks will get along without you just fine.
I am an Autumn person.
Much as I love the summer flowers, watching the changing of the leaves
makes me happy. I love the cool crisp
mornings and evenings, flannel sheets, and soup in the crockpot when I get home
from work. I even love the rain and am
hungry for it during this interminable dry spell we are having. As much as
anything I love the holidays.
Halloween or Samhain is the Celtic New Year and when it is
believed that the veil between the living and the dead thins. This notion was incorporated into the
Christian Church when Europe’s pagans were converted. As with most Christian holidays, pagans kept
their holidays and simply called them something else such as All Saints Day and
All Souls day. With the growth of the
North American Hispanic population we’ve seen more attention paid to the Day of
the Dead. As Americans, we tend to bury
our dead and that’s the end of it. My
daughter-in-law Ana and I have embraced Day of the Dead, creating altars that
include our beloveds who have passed over.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it can’t be
commercialized and it’s for everyone. It
is not a religious holiday and doesn’t involve anything save family and
food. What’s not to like? I am sure that Native Americans do not
celebrate or view it in the same way since the holiday was meant to celebrate
the survival of a white settlement in a land and bounty they willing shared
only to be annihilated one way or another.
Thanksgiving is not about the Pilgrims for me. It is about the ritual of eating with family
and friends, honoring the harvest and bounty of Mother Earth and getting ready
for Winter when all of Nature turns inward to rest and prepare for Spring.
1 comment:
I couldn't agree more! I love the crispy air and the rustle of dry leaves. It stirs something inside me.
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