Tonight we held an online ritual to dedicate Nova Aedes Iani to Janus and Hekate.
I used to do occasional linkspam posts. I think I'll take it up again. Maybe I'll start posting them Fridays, as weekend reading suggestions.
Where There's a Will, There's a Ghost on Strange Company
Animism at the Dinner Table from Sarah Anne Lawless
Feeling Grief + Dreaming Another World at Woolgathering & Wildcrafting
8 ways white witches can support #BlackLivesMatter on Little Red Tarot
51 of the most important things you've ever fought about at Autostraddle
Death & the Maidens at, well, Death and the Maiden, writing on a topic I'm also working on a piece about.
Here's a waulking song Beth from Little Red Tarot shared. Waulking is a (sadly dying, if not already dead) traditional way of fulling newly woven cloth. The tweed or plaid would be taken off the loom, and all the women of the village would gather to help. Warm stale urine (wash) would be poured over the cloth as a way of scouring out any dirt, oils or foreign matter (this was before soap was readily available in the quantities needed), the cloth would be placed on a long table or board, and thumped against it rhythmically. The women would sing to keep time and amuse themselves.A waulking song with no waulking, no matter how lovely (and it is lovely) being done just doesn't seem right to me. At least put some nice thumpy thuddy percussion in.
A video of waulking the tweed whilst singing a waulking song, which I think shows the need for that percussion, and some explanation of waulking:
Although it's not stretching the cloth, it's fulling it.
And finally, on a personal note, after nearly twenty years of threatening to shave my head in the summer, I've now mostly done it. Inspired by Holtzman in the new Ghostbusters movie, I've shaved the back and sides, leaving only the hair on my crown long. It's cool and comfortable, the clipped part is all velvety and nice to touch, and it looks fuckin' awesome! So here's an incredibly rare pic of me, just minutes after it was finished.
ETA: Note to self: Going to give shorn hair to Hermes and Athena. Hermes, asked if I should hang it from a tree for birds, told me to wait before doing anything. Athena turned down a Woolly God image of her stuffed with it, but accepted jewelry made from it.