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Tomorrow is Groundhog's
Day: the one day of the year Bill Murray is relevant. Just kidding. I like
Bill Murray. But there's no doubt that watching that film he made in 1993 has
become almost as big a ritual as waiting for the news from Punxsutawney,
Pennsylvania, as to whether or not Phil, the resident rodent, has seen his
shadow.
It's all a great bit of fun—so much so that other towns
across the country have tried to steal Punxsutawney's thunder by appointing
prognosticating marmots of their own. (I lied above; groundhogs aren't really
rodents; they're marmots, which are little more than tubby squirrels. For real.
You can look it up.) Punxsutawney reigns supreme though—thanks to Bill Murray.
Few of us take the day seriously and tend to rely more on the National Weather
Service than Marmot Meteorological Inc. Plus, it hardly matters to New
Englanders if Phil sees his shadow. We just do the math and yell
"Wahoo!" if he does and a longer winter is forecast. Winter will be
over in six weeks? Wahoo! For those who don't know, "Wahoo!" is an
olde New England term that roughly translates: "Throw the rest of them
quashes and tofus out the back for the hippies, Maudie. Bust out them steaks in
the freezer, and fire up the grill." That's a mouthful, so Wahoo is more
compact.
But February 2 isn't important for those reasons either. Its
significance lies with our Scots, Irish, Welsh, and other Celtic ancestors.
Today, Westerners have just four seasonal markers: the spring equinox (March
20), the summer solstice (June 21), the fall equinox (September 22), and the
winter solstice (December 21). The Celts knew a lesson every child knows: the
anticipation of an event is often better than the event itself. To that end,
Celts had eight calendrical markers, the four just mentioned, plus dates between them, which were more worthy of
celebration.
Think about it. Long before the spring equinox we notice the
days getting longer and it's sort of a bummer when it comes, because it really
isn't spring anywhere except places where they don't have seasons. Likewise, as
much as I love long days, the summer solstice is depressing as it means the
light will slowly drain from the sky starting the very next day. So the Celts
add four fire holidays in between
the equinoxes and solstices, two associated with women and two with men.
Tomorrow is actually the female fire day of Imbolc (ĭhm-ōlk), which is probably how
it got associated with Mary in the first place. Europeans used to burn leftover
parts of their Yule logs that day and, yep, Yule was a pagan holiday that was
celebrated with (ahem!) mistletoe, wreaths, and decorated trees. For me,
though, by Groundhog's Day I begin to see how much lighter the days are becoming and I can feel the sun's rays beating upon me with greater strength—even on a
cold day.
After the spring equinox—which Celts called Ostara—comes the next Celtic Half Holiday—the
one many of us celebrate as May Day. The Celtic is Beltane. The fires are said to be male and it's a phallic fertility
celebration. Every wonder why we dance around a pole on May 1? Or why there are a lot of June weddings? (You might want to consider some of these
"shotgun" matches!)
The summer solstice—Celtic Litha—occurs in June and round about August 1 comes the early
"harvest," an event called Lughnasadh,
which looks more imposing to say than it is (Lew'-năh-săh). Harvest festivals
are almost always female. Some of the fires go toward baking bread or harvest
feast foods in the hearth.
The fall equinox—Mabon—sneaks
up on us in September, but before we settle in for the winter to eat squash and
tofu, there's that event we call Halloween. The Celts called it Samhain (Să'-wēēn) and it's actually
such a big deal that it lasts two days; that is, through November 1, which we
call "All Saints Day." Saints?
Nope! The fires went hand in hand with gifts left in the woods for spirits. All
the small fires were put out and embers were used to ignite a massive bonfire
to illuminate a blowout feast and to appease the spirits so they'll make winter
a mild one.
Next is winter itself; call it solstice or call it Yule. Then comes the dark and cold. By
February, we need a warm marmot with which to cuddle. Or maybe just a roaring
fire instead! The Scot in me notes that Imbolc is just one week after Robert
Burns Day (January 25), traditionally celebrated by having a dram or two or
three. Time for some fire as that warmth has worn off.
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