The holidays I celebrate are not those of my family, or the vast majority of society. I celebrate the Sabbats in a Pagan way. Dancing, wildness, freedom, nature, cycles, that is how and what I celebrate. To participate in the modern Holidays with no spirit left is quite difficult at times, although I love and respect my family and their ways.
To go visiting
We go into a transport,
We go for quite a while.
For Grandmother’s Birthday,
The holiday never to be missed.
I enjoy the visiting,
But to travel and not be on an adventure,
Is a feeling that’s raw.
I need to roam the unknown.
My carriage of propriety awaits.
The known slow journey
To a known slow place.
The “Holidays” of Christians
Rub me raw.
I would much rather people respect,
That on an Equinox Day I must go to the creeks.
I must face East with a Fire and Dance
For the Joy of equal night and day.
The joys of celebration have been
Recycled into a bovine consumerism.
I will do my visiting.
I love my grandmother.
And try not to feel trapped
At the predictable
Box store dinner.