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From the archives

Midsummer and the feast of St. Peter are the favorite seasons for “rush-bearing” or “rush laying” in England: rushes or new-mown hay are brought in to be laid on the floors of churches.

Good Day to you, you merry men all
Come listen to our rhyme
For we would have you not forget
This is Midsummer time
So bring your rushes, bring your garlands
Roses, John’s Wort, Vervain too
Now is the time for our rejoicing
Come along Christians, come along do.

Bishop’s Castle Rushbearing Song, Shropshire

From The Feast Day Cookbook


Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me, Christ within me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ at my right, Christ at my left,
Christ in the fort,
Christ in the chariot seat,
Christ in the deck,
Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks to me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

I bind to myself today
The strong virtue of an invocation of the Trinity,
I believe the Trinity in the Unity
The Creator of the Universe.


This account of their martyrdom is of special interest as much of it was written in Latin by Perpetua herself before her death, making it one of the earliest pieces of writing by a Christian woman.o read

Because Perpetua had a nursing toddler at home and Felicity was pregnant (they waited until she delivered her child to put her to death), the Catholic Church has named these two patron saints of new mothers. Today would be a great day to make a “new baby basket” for someone about to have a baby.


Spring comes to Lanark (Scotland) officially on Saturday, March 1, when youngsters take part in the ancient custom of “Whuppity Scoorie”. They gather before 6 pm, assembling at St Nicholas church, then as the wee bell rings run round it waving balls of paper around their heads. It is no longer a race, for safety reasons, but at the end the children scramble for coins.
Its origins are vague. Some say it is a remembrance of days when miscreants were whipped round the cross then “scoored” in the Clyde, and it is supposed to reflect curfew changes as spring replaced the dark winter nights.

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“I would like the angels of Heaven to be among us. I would like an abundance of peace. I would like full vessels of charity. I would like rich treasures of mercy. I would like cheerfulness to preside over all. I would like Jesus to be present. I would like the three Marys of illustrious renown to be with us. I would like the friends of Heaven to be gathered around us from all parts. I would like myself to be a rent payer to the Lord; that I should suffer distress, that he would bestow a good blessing upon me. I would like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings. I would like to be watching Heaven’s family drinking it through all eternity.” ~St. Brigid


My internet roots are found in two yahoogroups I used to run– Everyday Waldorf and Feasts and Festivals. One of my goals this year is to bring a good bit of that content to this blog.

Thursday, January 20: St. Agnes Eve
Formerly this was a night of great importance to maidens who desired to know who they should marry. They were not to eat on this day, calling it  St. Agnes’ fast.

And on sweet St. Agnes’ night
Please you with the promis’d sight,
Some of husbands, some of lovers,
Which an empty dream discovers.