Wednesday, December 26, 2007
...and I'm glad. So much to do, and I'm actually getting a few of the things finished around the house that have been staring at me for quite some time, now. That's a good feeling, and hopefully it will put a dent in the stack of projects that have yet to get underway. All of it is good, though- at least I'm subtracting and deleting from the iGoogle "to do" list, and not adding to it!
Actually, while I'm working at all of this which seems to matter so much, I think of others who are having to deal with the really important issues during these holidays, and my heart goes out to them. I pray that the new year will be one of blessing and ease, that the sun will shine and hearts will be lifted.
Goodness, I sound sentimental! Must stop now and go feed Sasha kitty. She too, is staring at me, wondering how in the world I can resist that face she's making at me.
That's just it! I can't!
at 8:42 PM
Saturday, December 22, 2007
I was visiting a website not long ago and read up on the history of mistletoe. I've always been curious about it, ever since I was a little girl and would see the little cellophane packages of dried sprigs at the checkout counter of the local grocery store. Then, years later while away at college in South Carolina, I was amazed to see it actually growing up in the trees. I remember one night before leaving to fly home for the holidays, when one of our friends climbed a tree in order to pick some to take home with him (or maybe it was for one of us girls). He fell out of the tree and ended up breaking an arm. I always felt so sorry for him! Now, I'm happy to know that it grows in abundance right close to home, and we hope to gather some for use at our wedding. Here's what I found on the Sisters of the Air website. Maybe you'll find it enjoyable, too:
Also known as the golden bough. Held sacred by both the Celtic Druids and the Norseman.
Once called Allheal, used in folk medicine to cure many ills. North American Indians used it for toothache, measles and dog bites. Today the plant is still used medicinally, though only in skilled hands...it's a powerful plant.
It was also the plant of peace in Scandinavian antiquity. If enemies met by chance beneath it in a forest, they laid down their arms and maintained a truce until the next day.
Mistletoe was used by the Druid priesthood in a very special ceremony held around this time...five days after the New Moon following winter solstice, to be precise. The Druid priests would cut mistletoe from a holy oak tree with a golden sickle. The branches had to be caught before they touched the ground.
Celts believed this parasitic plant held the soul of the host tree.
The priest then divided the branches into many sprigs and distributed them to the people, who hung them over doorways as protection against thunder, lightning and other evils. The folklore, and the magical powers of this plant, blossomed over the centuries A sprig placed in a baby's cradle would protect the child from faeries. Giving a sprig to the first cow calving after New Year would protect the entire herd. And so forth.
Now for the kissing part. Although many sources say that kissing under the mistletoe is a purely English custom, there's another, more charming explanation for its origin that extends back into Norse mythology. It's the story of a loving, if overprotective, mother.
The Norse god Balder was the best loved of all the gods. His mother was Frigga, goddess of love and beauty. She loved her son so much that she wanted to make sure no harm would come to him. So she went through the world, securing promises from everything that sprang from the four elements--fire, water, air, and earth--that they would not harm her beloved Balder.
Leave it to Loki, a sly, evil spirit, to find the loophole. The loophole was mistletoe. He made an arrow from its wood. To make the prank even nastier, he took the arrow to Holder, Balder's brother, who was blind. Guiding Holder's hand, Loki directed the arrow at Balder's heart, and he fell dead.
Frigga's tears became the mistletoe's white berries. In the version of the story with a happy ending, Balder is restored to life, and Frigga is so grateful that she reverses the reputation of the offending plant--making it a symbol of love and promising to bestow a kiss upon anyone who passes under it.
at 8:38 AM
Friday, December 7, 2007
Here's hoping that your December days are going well! Sssssh....don't tell SGTex, but I just ordered this gorgeous amaryllis from the good folks at Jackson & Perkins in Oregon, especially for him. Something to watch grow and bloom in the New Year!
Now, go out and make merry!
photo: Grand Trumpet Bordeaux Amaryllis
at 4:54 PM