See, We Talk About Things That Aren't Porn

masterofmidgets: ...you know, whatever other criticisms I may levy at Mercedes Lackey for writing silly horse books and elves in race cars
masterofmidgets: I owe her something for coming up with a terminology that fills a gap in the three-fold goddess I didn't know bothered me
colourofsaying: ?
masterofmidgets: okay, so, the the normal form of the triplicate goddess/god (which is pretty standard for paganism/wicca) is maiden/mother/crone and warrior/father/sage
masterofmidgets: which is...reasonable, I guess, and I buy into it more than I don't, but it's not quite...satisfying. idk.
masterofmidgets but technicalities aside I don't think I'm a maiden, and I'm certainly not a mother, so where does that leave me?
masterofmidgets: but Lackey has a bunch of filk and supplemental material for the Valdemar books
masterofmidgets: and one of the songs for the Hawkpeople, who have a dualistic goddess/god cosmology, has the divisions as maiden/WARRIOR/mother/crone and rover/guardian/hunter/guide
masterofmidgets: somehow that really resonated with me!
masterofmidgets: I like the idea of a stage between being an innocent child and a nurturing parent figure, where you are independent and part of your community
colourofsaying: I like that!
colourofsaying: I feel like it reflects a more modern division of life
colourofsaying: we don't go straight from childhood to parenthood anymore
masterofmidgets: and I suppose you could map it onto the seasons
masterofmidgets: the warrior goddess is the goddess of summer, when everything is in full bloom
masterofmidgets: and the mother goddess is the goddess of autumn, of harvesting and preparing and protecting the home against the winter to come
colourofsaying: nice
colourofsaying: I buy that
masterofmidgets: I like that kind of symbolism!
colourofsaying: that's because it's good symbolism!

I hope everyone had a pleasant equinox? I found myself lacking in ritual traditions for the day, so I just kind of improvised and did spring-ly things - I cleaned my room, said some prayers about the end of winter and the growth of new life, left a honey offering on the sill, and slept with my window open. In the morning before work, I started a new writing project. I would have eaten eggs, but the chickens refused to be accommodating, silly birds, and we were fresh out. We have been eating and buying plenty of lovely spring veggies, though! And participating in the noble NM spring tradition of fixing all the things the 60mph wind gusts destroyed while moaning about the through-the-roof pollen counts. Ah, March.