We're going Old School Religion here, today. You can read about the festival of purification, new beginnings, and the goddess Brigid here, here, and here. Brigit's the woman, goddess of wells, hearths (and eternal, sacred flames) as well as healing and. . . poetry. So sweep out the dull business of last year, light a fire to chase out the bleak midwinter and get to poeming.
And stab a woodchuck for christ. For good measure.
In other news, scientists have again seduced the governments of the world into believing in global warming. Mostly. Which gives John Q Oil-Executive just enough wiggle room to justify dropping by W's place and insisting that there's nothing to fear except less fantastical bonus checks. Oh, Kyoto, we hardly knew ye.
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