Years ago, before I met and married Technogeek (can’t seem to stop calling him that), I celebrated the Winter Solstice each year by going out to the wilderness with Gungaboy and conducting a pagan ritual we devised ourselves. It usually involved candles, solemn speeches, and some meaningful movements or arrangements of symbolic objects. Believe it or not, no ingestion of mind-altering substances was involved. We did it for fun and out of a genuine desire to celebrate the changing of the seasons, the inter-connectedness of life, and other such spiritual stuff.
Fast forward to the present: Tgeek and I now have a Christmas habit we cannot break, because children are involved, even though it has no particular meaning for us and indeed becomes more irritating and burdensome with each passing year.
And so, to give our annual bout of American drone behavior something resembling a point, today we again visited the woods with candles and speeches.
Gungaboy, who has become an honest-to-gods Pagan in the intervening years, put together a brief, child-friendly, deep and meaningful ceremony for us. We expressed our love for each other and beseeched the sun to return for another year. It was beautiful and sweet and didn’t require us to spend one single moment at the mall. Praise be.
Of course, when it was all over we zipped over to Starbucks for peppermint hot cocoa. We are very modern Pagans.