Wednesday, December 21, 2016

may your solstice be stupendous!

Sunrise between the stones at Stonehenge on the Winter Solstice in 1985   CREDIT: MARK GRANT

Friday, December 16, 2016


Somewhere in the distant, foggy past, someone flipped Santa into a man’s body.

In actuality, Santa was the Germanic Goddess Holda, who during the Christmas season brought gifts to all good children.  
Santa Holda flew through the air in a wagon stuffed with Christmas goodies, and drawn not by reindeer but by birds. 

"Before she suffered a savage smear campaign at the hands of church and state alike, much evidence indicates that Holda-Perchta was a magnificent goddess, simultaneously both powerful and loving. 
"Above all she was powerful. One of her most vital tasks was keeping the earth fertile enough for crops and plants to grow and flourish, a task she accomplished by traveling the earth ... every year for the twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany. 
"She also seems to have been the original Santa Claus, showering children the earth over with gifts at the winter solstice."
~ From *Breaking the Mother Goose Code*, 2015, John Hunt Publishing. 
To buy your copy, click on the picture below and to the right.  

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

walking INTO TREES

He promised the swamp would be drained,
Was elected, said “Rain!” and it rained,
And the old crocodiles,
Wore flesh-eating smiles,
And the turtles were well entertained.


A minority of the [American] electorate goes for the loosest and least knowledgeable candidate [for US President], certain that … their votes will be only … a middle finger to Washington, 

...And then — whoa. The joke comes true. You put a whoopee cushion on your father’s chair and he sits down and it barks and he has a massive coronary.


And now we sit and watch in disbelief as the victor drops one piece of china after another, spits in the soup, sticks his fist through a painting and gobbles up the chocolates.


He stages a ... victory tour … where he can waggle his thumbs and smirk and holler and point out the journalists in their pen for the mob to boo and shake their fists at.


Meanwhile, the Democrats wander in the woods, walking into trees. … a lackluster black Muslim congressman from Minneapolis is a leading candidate for chair of the Democratic National Committee, the person who will need to connect with disaffected workers in Youngstown and Pittsburgh.

Why not a ballet dancer or a Buddhist monk?

[And] the emperor-elect parades in the nude while his congressional courtiers admire him and the nation drifts toward the rapids.