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Volume 1, Issue 2 - Yule 1996
Welcome to Sluggy's Pages. This is Shining Lakes Grove's kids' page. It comes out eight times per year, with information and activities for the young folk and their parents. We encourage you to send us any seasonal stories, poems, art, games or puzzles for us to include in this newsletter. Editor is Mama Moon. Phone (313) 439-0434.
Help Baby Sun get out of the hollow hill.
Far back in the mist of time, as the days grew shorter and the nights grew colder, Danu, the great loving mother, called all her children to her. She said to them: "Human kind has not yet found the magic within them that we have always known. At this time of year, they become cold and frightened, fearing that the sun will not return. I declare that, to give them hope, the shortest day of the year will be known as the time of the Great Giving. I charge each of you to think of or make a special gift for human kind."
All the children of Danu began to busy themselves finding a perfect gift. That is, except for one: the selfish elf. He danced away, singing:
Let 'em shiver, let 'em shake, let 'em quiver, let 'em quake.
What difference does it make, if we're nice or not.
If the humans
cannot take a little ice, a little flake.
I'll claim it was a big
mistake. "Mother Danu, I just forgot."
The water sprites chose to keep some streams bubbling fast so they would never totally freeze. There would always be running water and laughing song. A tree spirit decided to give the humans a log for their fire, which would burn brighter and warmer than any other. This was the first Yule log. But the selfish elf used his magic only to please himself.
Brownies made warm shoes for the humans, and fairies coaxed the mistletoe and holly into remaining green to give them hope. Gnomes baked barley bread, sweetened with dried fruit, and other elves prepared the meat of a stag so it would be good to eat all winter long. The leprechauns made gifts of fairy gold. Even the bogles promised to return some of their stolen goods, just this once. But the selfish elf just played, and sang his song.
The day of the Great Giving came and all of Danu's children hurried to show Her their gifts. The selfish elm had just begun to say: "Oh Mother Danu..." when Danu turned to him and said, "Are you not the selfish elf who was heard to sing" (and to his surprise, he heard his very own voice):
Let 'em shiver, let 'em shake, let 'em quiver, let 'em quake.
What difference does it make, if we're nice or not.
If the humans
cannot take a little ice, a little flake.
I'll claim it was a big
mistake. "Mother Danu, I just forgot."
Danu frowned, and with a blink of her eyes the selfish elf was a human with no memory of magic. He was cold, and frightened. He shivered and shook, and worried if the sun would ever return. When the newborn sun finally dawned, the selfish elf was himself again. From that day on, he was never selfish, and Yuletide has always been known as the time of the Great Giving.
If you would like to help run children's activities at an upcoming ritual, please contact Mama Moon for time, activity plans, thanks and a hug.
Kami Landy
Imbolc happens on Groundhog Day. Do you think that's a coincidence? At this time of year, we get the first hint that Spring will indeed come - the air take a slightly fresher smell, and we may be in the midst of, or just past, the "January Thaw". So in my family we greet each other with "Happy Groundhog" and do our best to get outside and enjoy the weather, whatever it may be. Sometimes we buy pussy-willows to decorate the house. If there is enough snow left, I like to put a snowball in the freezer, to keep it over the summer.
This is the holiday most special to Brigid, goddess of the hearth fire. We sing fire songs, and light a candle at supper. Between now and then, you might want to get some seven day candles, so you can keep an eternal light going from Imbolc to Spring Equinox.
Sometimes this holiday is spelled Oimelc, which is Scots Gaelic for "ewe's milk". You might make a trip to a dairy farm to see all the pregnant cows. They begin producing milk around Imbolc so that there will be something for the babies to drink when they are born in the Spring.
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