Chaos, mischief and occasional strife are said to accompony the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’. Perhaps in part of, or in an attempt to forget the pagan aspect of this time of year, the Church assimilated the heathen traditions of the British Saxons, incorporating them into Christian folklore and custom.
Indeed, everything started off so well. We all gathered at the Grove and even managed to bring our new member down with no problems. Then me and Lady Morgana realised we had forgotten the horse mask and cloak!
The idea for last night’s ritual was to be based on a folk show called ‘The Ow’d Oss’; a short performance where a horse that dies is resurrected. A bawdy metaphor of the old year dying and the new year taking it’s place. Something often repeated in most British folk customs.
Thankfully for Tatterhood’s resourcefulness and mammatobeyetagain’s kindness, we had a ‘head’ and black cloak. Just before I got to use them, it was pointed out I had forgotten to ask for the quarters to be summoned. Having sorted that out we then cracked on with the ritual. I actually felt quite intrusive asking what people had lost in 2011, there were moments when I was very touched by the responses given in total honesty. Thank you to all who took part for sharing those parts that were actually painful to bare.
In contrast to the ‘beast’s’ seriousness, Lady Morgana brought light in personifying the New Year, with candles and asking what we would all gain in 2012. She even got to wear a little mask, which hindered her a little, thankfully not too much. It was truly a blessed thing to hear the hopes and affirmations of what everyone accomplish next year, may the God and Goddess grant them.