{"id":167,"date":"2009-12-08T10:47:00","date_gmt":"2009-12-08T16:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/journeythroughtheobsidiandream.wordpress.com\/2009\/12\/08\/seasonal-transition"},"modified":"2009-12-08T10:47:00","modified_gmt":"2009-12-08T16:47:00","slug":"seasonal-transition","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/journeythroughtheobsidiandream.com\/index.php\/2009\/12\/08\/seasonal-transition\/","title":{"rendered":"Seasonal Transition"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span><\/p>\n<p>If Samhain is my most favorite season (tied, perhaps, with Beltane) &#8211; the autumn weather, the symbolic emphasis on death and rebirth, the opportunity to wear my &#8220;Witchy clothes&#8221; out in public without drawing the attention that it does the rest of the year &#8211; then Yule is my least favorite.  This has nothing to do with Yule, itself- the embryonic year which we will shape with our rites between Samhain and Imboc &#8211; and everything to do with the American holidays that take place at about the same time.<\/p>\n<p>    Thanksgiving and Christmas have been a nightmare for me ever since I was old enough to pick up on the social tension within my family.  The details are beside the point &#8211; you all have families, and while the particulars vary from one family to the next, the dysfunctional dynamics are largely similar.  Suffice to say, I&#8217;d skip it all if I could.  Moreover, working in jewelry, I&#8217;m exposed to a uniquely savage side of the holiday shopping frenzy: propitiative diamonds, engagement jewelry, and frantic &#8220;what do you mean it will take an hour?&#8221; repairs and alterations.  There&#8217;s the incessant Xmas music and &#8211; as I currently work in a mall &#8211; the screaming children and the grownups fighting like children.  And so on, and so forth, ad nauseum, ending with New Years &#8211; a fantastic drinking holiday that I might like more if I weren&#8217;t so scared of being run over by the amateurs who only drink and drive on St. Patty&#8217;s and New Years.<\/p>\n<p>    That the weather has finally turned cold here in Kansas City both helps and hurts the situation.  On the one hand, it&#8217;s comforting that the season is finally moving on &#8211; 60-70 weather in November and December was somewhat disconcerting.  On the other hand, the cold makes me want to hibernate, which just makes me grouchier.  Whether it&#8217;s seasonal stress, or Seasonal Affective Disorder, or just Pavalovian conditioning, I&#8217;m finding it difficult to react to things proportionally.<\/p>\n<p>    I&#8217;ve been trying to get into the spirit, I really have.  Last year, I even bought a Santa hat (of course, it does read &#8220;Bah, Humbug!&#8221; across the front).   I&#8217;m wearing it at work again this year, and I&#8217;ve got a little reindeer at my bench, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels (which I might well drink in an emergency).  I&#8217;ve been studying the Sabbats a lot &#8211; that whole &#8220;starting at the beginning again&#8221; thing &#8211; and I&#8217;ve volunteered to write the ritual for my working group.  Last week at the full moon, my partner and I changed over the house altar from Samhain to Yule.  My Death God&#8217;s Mask was replaced by the still-drying Solstice God Mask, which I am painting and ornamenting to serve as both Oak and Holly King, and our various symbols of death and tributes to the dead were packed away; she made dinner out of the winter squash we&#8217;d had on the altar, and we decked it up in garland, put a golden Sun Candle in the center, and finished our first semi-formal Esbat with some trancework.  The Yule altar is turning out to be pretty spectacular, actually: the garland, the candles, the mask.  I even let Aradia talk me into putting up a tree (something I actually forbade my previous room-mates to do): it&#8217;s a three-foot plastic thing that she already had (we really wanted a live tree, but we&#8217;z po&#8217;), and surprisingly attractive and tasteful.<\/p>\n<p>    The Solstice will come soon enough.  And spring soon enough after that.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If Samhain is my most favorite season (tied, perhaps, with Beltane) &#8211; the autumn weather, the symbolic emphasis on death and rebirth, the opportunity to wear my &#8220;Witchy clothes&#8221; out in public without drawing the attention that it does the rest of the year &#8211; then Yule is my least favorite. 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