A medievalist, feminist, life-long student, and middle school teacher sounds off on any and all issues that inform any of those identities. The name is simply a misspelling -- because English has lost a few characters over the years -- of the Anglo-Saxon words for "she" (Heo) and "said" (Cwaeth). There are two basic rules for this blog: 1) Comments are welcome from anyone--agree or disagree--but will be deleted if they are vile. 2) I decide what's vile.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Happy Solstice!
Whether you'll be building a stone alter to Bertha, goddess of domesticity, and lighting fir branches in hopes that she will appear and foretell your future, decorating and blessing apple trees, decorating and blessing pine trees, burning a yule log for no fewer than 12 hours while you get blasted on mead, kissing your new very best-friend-for-a-year under sacred mistletoe, consulting the urn of fate, tying holly to your doors and windows to ward off evil spirits, or just quietly recognizing the rebirth of the unconquered Sun, know that I wish you and your family the very best of the holiday.
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