But I've also tried to embrace the coming chill. To create warmth and light when there is none to be found in nature. And I discovered the tradition of Martinmas. A week ago last Monday was the feast of St. Martin of Tours. St. Martin was a Roman soldier who spread the light of Christianity to the dark pagan world of the Roman Empire. One of his symbols is a ball of fire. So, over the centuries, his feast day was celebrated by lantern parades. Fire in the darkness, with song and celebration.
|All lit up and ready to march!|
We don't live in medieval Europe, so our procession was small, but we did sing and we did celebrate with hot chocolate after circling our home a few times.
We remembered St. Martin of Tours, giving half of his red cloak to a naked beggar, discovering in a dream that the beggar was Christ.
We didn't mind the cold or the dark.
We had light and warmth and joy of our own to bring...as we welcomed the coming season.
|on our mantle|