The long-simmering kettle of universal spirit reduces varied traditions down to their elements. This produces a stock for the making of future soups. I just sang in the choir (and was a shepherd) in an Epiphany pageant marking the end of the twelve days of Christmas, the triumph of wisdom over ignorant forces, and the passing of the life force from the old year into the new.
It’s called the Boar’s Head and Yule Log Festival. Like Christmas, it has come to us from many different times and places. The origins are pagan, Roman, Viking, Christian and Medieval, all at once. Continue reading