Does anybody know if the big rat saw his shadow? I haven’t heard a word. It’s all “Egypt” this and “SnoMG” that. I need to know how much longer this wintry assault is going to last. It’s cold, and it’s dark, and if I keep listening to the Nick Drake channel on Pandora, I’m going to develop some seriously beard wearing tendencies. Let’s get some light up in here.
That was Brigid’s idea. Maybe it was her followers’ idea, I don’t know, but before we started worshiping rodents in the middle of winter, we would have a big ass bonfire. Which, frankly, makes more sense. It’s half way, don’t you know. Half way between the solstice and the equinox. That’s what the festival of Brigid, Imbolc as some would say, is about. Half way home. Almost there. All down hill from here on out.
Funny how the day devoted to the ancient pagan spirit of Brigid became the feast day of the Catholic St. Brigid. Not the first time that sort of thing has happened of course. St. Brigid and her crew at their abbey in Kildare, Ireland, kept a sacred flame burning. She also may have been a bishop. In any event, she founded a bunch of abbeys for men as well as women. Much more interesting person to celebrate than that foul smelling Phil.