By Lagaria Farmer, Redeswoman
Editorial Note: The language is barracks, those of you of civilian or sensitive backgrounds may be offended, but where both she and I come from, this is how the truth is laid out.
Don’t Be a Dick (Or, How to Be an Inclusive Heathen)
All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. All that is required for extremism to fail is to stand up to hate. Stand up and refuse to hate, stand up and refuse to fear. Do this, and the extremists of whatever brand, cannot win.
There are many myths that surround the Yuletide. One of the oldest is that of the death of Baldur. The main myth cycle is dramatic and the focus of much song and poetry, but inside the larger myth are a number of lesser stories also worth telling. One of those is the story of Mistletoe, the plant that was at the heart of the murder of Baldur, whose small but tragic part bears examination in its own. This is a tale of consequences and forgiveness, of love and redemption.
When I became a Heathen parent, the question of how I was to treat the holdiays became a critical one to answer. My children were raised in a Heathen household, yet went to public schools in a society that was largely current or post Christian, so at least socialize with largely Western Christian traditions, even if fairly secularized in practice. Now I could demand we ignore the world and do things our way, and isolate my children, or I could choose to bridge the gap. What we in the west celebrate is mostly Yule already.