It's strange to come again to these thoughts, though I suppose there's reason enough. Feeling the urge to brew at the first snow was probably enough to trigger this again. Here, there is something that could well have been a tradition. I'm left to create something new rather than carry on something that was wrought. I cannot tell stories in my language of the first who called the spirits to celebrate the coming of the snows. There's just me, and perhaps those who choose to partake with me. Maybe there will be stories, but not of the sort to tell our grandchildren.
Second Circle's annual Mighty Baking of Many Pies seems to call up this same sense of meaningful ritual. There, a community gathers around something of pure simplicity and spends the day working and playing together. And think of the signicance of The Device. We extoll its virtues, marvel over what it does, and even go so far as to use it for great feats of speed and precision.
It is brilliant.