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Erika Fitz's avatar

I love the reminder to pay attention to the treasures of the elders--in every tradition. Al's story about the bush dances reminds me of a tradition I was once privileged to witness: in western North Carolina there is a tradition around Jan 6 called "Breaking up Christmas." In the version I attended, friends were invited to someone's house, bringing along their Christmas trees and a contribution to a shared supper. There was chili on a wood stove inside. Outside, there was a bonfire to which each guest would add their decomissioned Christmas tree, which would go up with a glorious spray of sparks and pops. Those outside at the fire would tell stories or just watch the fire until they got too cold. Or look up at a sky brilliant with stars. Inside, a room had been cleared and those who brought instruments were playing guitars, fiddles and other instruments, playing one song after the other. Or in the room with the food, just visiting and sampling each other's offerings.

It was magical. Music, singing, food, fire, gathering--these are all elements that have brought people together for millennia. I mourn that the pandemic has made gatherings with food so risky, but maybe a bonfire is in order...

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Joyce Hocker's avatar

What an absolutely wonderful post, Chris. I am moved by your story, and your reverence for the story. The bitch light image is now haunting me in a good way. Thank you.

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