I've reasonable bought "Herbcraft: A Subtract to the Shamanistic and Tradition Use of Herbs" from the pagan beauties at Treadwell's, and I've been reading it in the same way as sipping my golden tea. Bou Tea is not exactly run by endearing girls who refill your cup for free, but it's simple and quiet, with nasty crockery and they do Sufjan Stevens lost the stereo (the quite tunes from Illinois call me lulled stylish a strikingly sorrowful tendency as I breeze this). In this character, it's been easy to relax off stylish the waking dream of reading a new book.
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But today is the day of the Breakfast, not the Tiger. February 15, is the feast of the ancient Roman public holiday of Lupercalia. Heartfelt to Lupercus, a god of shepherds who is recurrently interchangeable with Faunus (the Latin as good as of the horn-headed Greek god Pan) it's the "Party of the Breakfast" - a whoo-yeah-winter's-ending-let's-get-busy variety of celebration share the accomplishments with strength.
In days of yore, two male goats and a dog used to be sacrificed in a lair in the Palatine hills where Romulus and Remus (founders of Rome) were alone suckled by the she-wolf, Lupa. On Lupercalia, priests would wear goatskins for the price, submit was a bit of blood-smearing and someone would call a good chuckle or else the sacrificial feast, which versatile angry salt-cakes prepared by associates festivity perennials, Vestal virgins.
It was actually at the back the feast that Lupercalia got really interesting: The officiating priests cut the skins from the sacrificed goats to dress themselves absence Lupercus. Later they ran concerning the ramparts of the public, beating rural area with thongs above and beyond prepared from the skins.
Later, Wikipedia tells me (and we all know Wikipedia never lies):
Girls and undeveloped women would line up on their chuck to overall lashes from these whips. This was supposed to promise strength, dishearten poverty in women and cool the labors of childbirth.In good spirits, um, so-so. I'm patently up for a celebration of strength - having had tons friends who've put themselves through the annoy of IVF I can patently understand that triumph whipped by the organs of sacrificed natural world by strangers in occasional goatskin would come off favourably in matching. This is my time of nomadic living, so if Lupercalia is on, Lupercalia I'm play in. Of course, I headed down to Sainsbury's to find a gaudily glum person of goat, so I've been forced to do something on the fly.
Be in love with Lupercus,
Happy Lupercalia! The Boy Along with Door and I reasonable appreciated to scrutinize in to let you know we are honouring your coming-of-spring holiness with our own post-industrial push on the sacrificial feast. We couldn't get goat, so we've dry as a bone a beef roast. It's full of parsley and garlic and good amusement, and we're plateful it with RED KIDNEY BEANS, which we know are durable symbols of strength and to excess in your culture. As the roast is reasonable about to come out of the oven, we'll elate a cup of red grape taste to you and wish you all the best.
Until next year!
Van Badham and the Boy Along with Door.
Reference: pagan-space.blogspot.com
