So, in the last post – in vino veritas – I was whining and whingeing on about the neverending nothingness and nonoccurrences of the coronavirus lockdown and bemoaning my own lack of life and liberty (never mind the chance to pursue any happiness).
Then I ended up finding a bright sunrise at the bottom of a wineglass. And that got me thinking…
Surely one of the joys of being a creative writer is the ability to conjure whatever situation you want through the power of words.
As regular readers may remember, I’m currently involved in a writing project that originated with a request from a Spanish friend to help with the editing and correcting of a blessing to be used at a Pagan memorial service back during the first lockdown.
Since then, I’ve continued to help, contributing my skills as a poet and native English speaker, while Lucía continues to guide, inspire and create new content. There are now two books in the Modern Pagan Prayers series, and the third is well on its way, with about two thirds of the main content drafted.
This third book is to be a collection of prayers, songs and poems based around the Wheel of the Year – the eight seasonal festivals celebrated by Neopagans around the world.
We have no intention of waiting for a whole year to pass by before we get everything written, so we need to be creating pieces about the unseen world in very unseasonal settings. This last week, for example, I have re-hashed two pieces for Imbolc, which is just around the corner at the very start of February and may be more familiar to some in its guise as Candlemas. But I have also been drafting a piece for the summer solstice and another for Mabon, the autumn equinox, when thanks is given for the second harvest. So I’ve been writing myself into warmer, brighter climes and times.
As I have said here before, while J M Barrie is quoted as saying: “God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December,” I wonder if perhaps He gave us photography and the internet so those of us with poor memories could recreate the scenes of any season or place at any time.
Which is why this post is illustrated with such a colourful and disconnected hotch-potch of images.
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