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The High Holiday Song Sung to the tune of "The Serving-Girl's Holiday" by Melusine I've waited longing for today Spin the bobbin and spool away! In joy and bliss I'm off to play Upon this high holiday! CHORUS: Sung after each verse And spin the bobbin and spool away! Oh joy that it's a holiday! This night of Imbolg now we greet Hail my friends, and merry meet! Strike the harp; the drum we'll beat Upon this high holiday! The wine and cakes we've bought and made Found a spot in a moon-lit glade Our love and trust will never fade Especially on this holiday! In forest glade we've built a fire Symbol of our heart's desire Within Her Love we'll never tire Wit thee well this holiday! Cast the Circle, we're within Let the Spiral Dance begin! Invite the Lord and Lady in Upon this high holiday! Dancing, spinning to the tune The Piper plays beneath the moon We chant as one the Witches' Rune Upon this high holiday! from the Pagan Library Meditation It is a lovely spring day. The air is fresh with the fragrance of green plants preparing to bloom. The sun's radiance bathes you in comfort, perhaps the first warmth you have felt in many months. You sense that you are in Ireland, because it is green and everything feels clean and alive. The landscape is timeless and magical. In the distance, you hear birds singing as they welcome the unexpected warmth of the day. Inside you, happiness begins to bubble and dance, very quietly at first. It feels almost like anticipation, but it puts a smile on your lips as well. You are walking up a slight hill, not steep enough to tire you but just enough to sense that something wonderful can be seen from the top. As you walk, the grass is already tall enough to brush against your lower legs. You know you are in a wild place where Nature flourishes. Towards the top of the hill, you see a dolmen - two standing stones and a large stone across the tops of them, like an arch. You wonder why you didn't see this dolmen sooner. It is as if it appeared when you were just twenty feet from it. Does it mean something? Is it real? You do not pause to wonder, but keep walking towards it. As you walk between the stones, you notice carvings and symbols on the sides of the dolmen. Some of them are lines and hash-marks, which you suspect are an Ogham message. Others are just symbols, which you will return to look at, another day. As you pass through the dolmen, you feel an invisible curtain brush over you gently. In the space of a blink, it is a clear, crisp night. The stars are above you, brilliant and twinkling. You know the moon is behind you, but you do not notice its light because there is a sparkling fire just ahead. There is no breeze, but the evening is chilly as you would expect when Winter is still in the air. You pull your clothing more closely around you, as you continue up the hill. You are eager to reach the warmth of the fire, which is bigger than you thought at first. In fact, it is a bonfire and you realize you have arrived at Imbolc. You run the last few steps to stand next to the fire pushing your hands towards it, to capture the heat from a safe distance. Tall yellow and white flames seem to warm you inside and out. You pause to look at the sky again, and savor the moment. Looking across the flames, you suddenly realize that you are not alone. You can see the top of someone's head, and you aren't certain if you have intruded on a private ceremony. Slowly, you walk around the fire, and your companion stands up from the rock she was sitting upon. She is a tall, strong woman, with long hair so light you cannot tell if it is blonde or white. She looks like the Queen of Pentacles in a way, with an ageless sense of knowing and accomplishment. She wears a long gown and an embroidered cape, yet you can see her bare feet peeking out from under her skirt. You know she is someone noble yet without artifice. Without a word, she stretches out her hands to take yours in welcome. You know, as if you've known her all your life, that this is Brighid. This is a special and sacred moment. She welcomes you to her fire, which will burn tonight and every night, for Imbolc is her festival and her fire is never extinguished. You sit down next to her, on large flat rocks that are warm from the fire, and very comfortable. She begins to explain to you the meaning of Imbolc, and its promise of a fresh beginning--not just to the plants and animals, but also to everyone on Earth who chooses to permit Imbolc into their lives. She helps you to remember your past dreams, especially the ones from your childhood which began, "When I grow up..." And as you recall these fantasies and goals, you realize how many of them were left behind with your childhood, yet how many are still alive in what you do each day, today. This is not a sad realization as much as it is a recognition that you can start afresh now. Every one of those dreams is still with you. Brighid reaches to her side and picks up a fallen twig from a nearby yew tree. It looks like any other twig, in the firelight. However, when Brighid places it into the fire, the bark on it sparks and flames like a sparkler, giving enough heat energy to set the twig burning brightly. Without saying anything, Brighid is showing you how even a small spark will set alight your oldest and most neglected dreams. The lesson was simple, but vital. Now it is time to return to your own world. As you stand, Brighid offers you a cup of clear water, which you sip. The sensation in your mouth is unique. There is a kind of life-giving energy, that is Spring itself. You take a large swallow of the water, and feel your entire body respond to that water with a vitality that--like your forgotten dreams--you had almost forgotten from childhood. After returning the cup to Brighid, and then a quick embrace, you stride purposefully around the fire and back to the dolmen. Passing under it, you emerge back into the daylight and the warm air and clear sunshine of an early spring day. You know you have not merely learned the meaning of Imbolc, but actually experienced it in your soul. From now on, every time you sip fresh water, or see twigs and branches burning in a bonfire, you will feel Brighid's presence, and be reminded of the fire--and dreams--that burn within you, too, and will never be extinguished. Groundhog Day Songs Away in A meadow Tune = Away in a Manger Copr. 1991 by Don Halley Away in a meadow all covered with snow
Joy to the world! It's Groundhog's Day!
It Came Upon The Morning Clear
It came upon the morning clear, that hideous story of old
Phillip the Weather Groundhog
You know Bambi and Lassie and Goofy and Winnie
Phillip the weather groundhog has a very chilly task
Hark! The Herald Groundhog Speaks
Hark! the herald groundhog speaks
The Ballad of Punxsutawney Phil
Come and listen to a story 'bout a groundhog, Phil
Well the next thing y'know, ol' Phil's a media star
A shadow means a longer nap for Phil and all his kin
The Daily Lunch
Here's the story of a little groundhog, who is known by all as Punxsutawney Phil
Here's the reason why he'll agree to interrupt his winter hibernation
If this is one day that he does not see his shadow, then he'll know that it is much more than a hunch
Groundhog Acres
Oh I Wish I Was A Punxsutawney Groundhog
Oh I wish I was a Punxsutawney groundhog
Oh I wish I was a Punxsutawney groundhog
Battle Hymn of the Groundhog
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the sun
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
My Groundhog 'Tis of Thee
My groundhog 'tis of thee, woodchuck of liberty
It's a Groundhog Leg
It's a groundhog leg coming up through the snow
Every heart knows he must come out and see
The Frostbitten Groundhog
Oh say can he see by the Groundhog's Day light
Spring Is Coming
Spring is coming, this I know
Yes! Spring is coming
How Cold Thou Art
Oh poor groundhog, when I in awesome wonder
Then bleeds my soul my frigid friend for thee
Amazing Groundhog
Amazing groundhog now's the time
For maybe it is soon we will
My Perch Is Built (On Ice, A Solid Block)
My perch is built on nothing less than frozen ground and barrenness
So Tell Us Mister Groundhog1
So tell us Mister Groundhog2
Some folks throughout the nation
1 Inspired by my friends, the Gaskells,
who were expecting a baby on 2/2/95
The Groundhog Corps Hymn
From the lakes of Minnesota to the shores of Frisco Bay
As the Groundhog Goes Strolling Along
Over hill, over dale, we all hope the shadow's pale
Groundhog's Awake
Groundhog's awake, my boys
Wintertime
In a tree trunk with a chipmunk
Oh my groundhog, oh my groundhog
Dawn appears on the horizon
Oh my groundhog, oh my groundhog
Of forecasters he's a master
Oh my groundhog, oh my groundhog
Punxsutawney
Oh I come from Alabama
Punxsutawney
Mister Groundhog
Mister Groundhog bring me a spring
Spring Will Soon Be Here
Punxsutawney has a groundhog
Spring may soon be here
But if he sees his shadow today
Spring may soon be here
Groundhog's Day Is Here Again
Groundhog's Day is here again
I See You
I see you, my shadow
Ol' Phil from Punxsutawney
We don't watch television in Punxsutawney
We don't care at all about computers
Winter boots are still in style if I see my shadow
I'm proud to be Ol' Phil from Punxsutawney
Where Oh Where
Where oh where is my shadow
Shadows Lying On The Ground
In the morning glow I see them
Now I'll head back to my slumber
Don't Rile The Woodchucks1
Don't rile the woodchucks
1 Inspired by a Dave Barry article
about a woodchuck holding people hostage in a sewage plant
I've Got Friends in Low Places
Blame it all on my eyes and those somewhat gray skies
Oh I've got friends in low places
In My Hole Again
In my hole again
Woodie's Dream
Woodie's up each winter on February Two
Woodie's been a woodchuck most all his life
Woodie's never been a star
Wheezy Sneezy Nose
You can tell my feet fur-lined boots are really neat
But don't tell my nose, my wheezy sneezy nose
I Hope I Don't See My Shadow
I hope I don't see my sha-adow
I'm Gonna Hire A Rhino
I'm gonna hire a rhino to speculate on spring
Warmer Winters
I was raised in a most inhospitable clime
You should've seen the looks on the faces of all my friends
Yeah, I like my winters just a little on the warmer side
Mama It's Hazy
Mama it's hazy, hazy over me
Springtime Splendor
Springtime splendor, springtime sweet, how soon will it be?
Getting the Winter Blues
Groundhogs say only six weeks more
If a shadow shows, surely it will be
Soon Springtime
I'll have a soon springtime without you
I'll have a soon springtime that's certain
Warm Spring Air
Oh I just want to be in the warm spring air
I don't wanna be in mittens 'cause mittens soon get lost
Groundhog
You ain't nothin but a groundhog, sleepin' all the time
You said you could forecast, I think that was just a line
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