Hey All,
Happy Lupercalia!!! (Valentines' for all you non-Pagans)
Seems I am only posting at festivals and Esbats of pagan origin lately, sorry I am actually enjoying the "real" world lately and all it has to offer. Lupercalia is a much cooler holiday where the priest used to run around Rome naked with a leather whip made of goat hide to whip the women who hoped for fertility and easy births for their children as presents from the whip. Somehow or another this turned into Valentines Day and all the naked priest now where dresses,,,, er,,, robes.
Sad, the Wolf aspects of this holiday now are forgotten but by a few,,, but I digress with my laments.
Lately I know I have been Silent Bob on the Blogs,, it must be bleeding through from my newest self imposed experiment with Transformation: BEING SILENT. Not stone dead silent, just I listen more now. Today, I took my roomie James to work and decided to take the extra minutes I had before I had to be at work and read in the sunshine while having my coffee. I am reading alot of Greek Tragedies, specifically today; PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Prometheus is my hero. I have an affinity for this Titan and the Titans in general, actually named my black chow/lab dog: Titan. Prometheus is special because he had empathy for the plight of humans and brought us fire against the wishes of the big dog - God Zeus. Zeus would have prefered to have humans remain savage and peter out of existance in the dark. In the mind of Prometheus this was the bane of the Olympian Gods and Goddesses, they had little HEART. Anyway,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, so I am reading the play and it hits me that the gift of Prometheus was HOPE,, even with his brother who was the husband of Pandora the Gift of Zeus was disease turmoil strife in the boxed gift,, the last thing left was small tiny HOPE. Sometimes it is all that we have, nothing else is there, just a glimmer of something we hold onto, which is HOPE.
Being that I now practice SILENCE, I put my book down and looked up to the sun and closed my eyes. The World still moved on in my inner silence. Cars rushed down the street, honking horns, stepping on brakes, speeding up and the bustle of near noon at the coffeehouse with people laughing talking and eating lunch on the patio by East Blvd. The Sun washed my face in warmth and I drank it in like the coffee I was holding in my hand. I heard a dog bark and some birds sift through the inner silence I was practicing. My heart burst through with Love of Life and sang a silent song that only I could hear and I opened my eyes to look around. It was beautiful, the day bright and crisp in the cool of this February noonday.
I am very at peace with my self and can listen to small quiet voice...........