day of the mouse god's sun
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diceaEveryone knows that mice live along side other creatures. They dwell in the cracks and the forgotten spaces and eat the discarded and wasted bits. these little creatures do not grow crops or keep food animals, but collect that which others have neglected and make usefull that which has been forgotten.
It is the same in the land of the gods. About mid summer the spring gods are so tired from all of the sweet loving that they are ready to rest and gestate for a while. The harvest gods are just getting into high swing, preparing all of the foods and stuffing goodness into them. Everyone is so busy that nobody notices a moment of daylight wasted.
The mouse god notices. She scuttles out with her sun bag and collects even the smallest crumbs of sunlight and packs it tightly in her bag.
All through the late summer and the harvest and the beginning of winter, she grabs the wasted moments of of heat and light and kindness and love. She grows thinner and thinner as she neglects her own eating for the sake of collecting these crumbs.
Then she watches for the no-rise. And on the morning when the sun does not rise, she gets her bag of suncrumbs and she gets her best pie plate and a little bit of butter. She butters the pie plate and presses the sun bits into it so that it beomes all round and shiny. Then she puts her sun pie on a stick and holds it up in the sky where the real sun should be but is not.
On this day there is no sun. The light that you see is from the mouse god's sun as the poor starving mouse god lifts her wasted light pie crust high in the air for us all.
She knows that if we saw this dark day for what it is, we would all loose our belief in the sun coming back, and then the sun would not feel obliged to come back.
We who love the sun so much that we take it for granted enough to treat it with prodigal carelessness when we have it in plenty would be the first to give up on expecting it to ever return to us in fullness.
The mouse god, mindful of our ways spends this whole day hungry and straining to give us hope. She will sit up the night through and wait for the great sun to rise in the morning. If it does not rise, she will spend another hungry day holding up her sun pie for us to live on. If it does rise, she will bask in its rays and eat her buttery bright pie shell.
You may have forgotten this, but this tale is why we make cookies at this time of year. Today, set aside a cookie to eat for breakfast tomorrow with the mouse god and may we each fill today's darkness with the memory of happy moments and shared lazy warmth.
It is the same in the land of the gods. About mid summer the spring gods are so tired from all of the sweet loving that they are ready to rest and gestate for a while. The harvest gods are just getting into high swing, preparing all of the foods and stuffing goodness into them. Everyone is so busy that nobody notices a moment of daylight wasted.
The mouse god notices. She scuttles out with her sun bag and collects even the smallest crumbs of sunlight and packs it tightly in her bag.
All through the late summer and the harvest and the beginning of winter, she grabs the wasted moments of of heat and light and kindness and love. She grows thinner and thinner as she neglects her own eating for the sake of collecting these crumbs.
Then she watches for the no-rise. And on the morning when the sun does not rise, she gets her bag of suncrumbs and she gets her best pie plate and a little bit of butter. She butters the pie plate and presses the sun bits into it so that it beomes all round and shiny. Then she puts her sun pie on a stick and holds it up in the sky where the real sun should be but is not.
On this day there is no sun. The light that you see is from the mouse god's sun as the poor starving mouse god lifts her wasted light pie crust high in the air for us all.
She knows that if we saw this dark day for what it is, we would all loose our belief in the sun coming back, and then the sun would not feel obliged to come back.
We who love the sun so much that we take it for granted enough to treat it with prodigal carelessness when we have it in plenty would be the first to give up on expecting it to ever return to us in fullness.
The mouse god, mindful of our ways spends this whole day hungry and straining to give us hope. She will sit up the night through and wait for the great sun to rise in the morning. If it does not rise, she will spend another hungry day holding up her sun pie for us to live on. If it does rise, she will bask in its rays and eat her buttery bright pie shell.
You may have forgotten this, but this tale is why we make cookies at this time of year. Today, set aside a cookie to eat for breakfast tomorrow with the mouse god and may we each fill today's darkness with the memory of happy moments and shared lazy warmth.
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Date: 2019-12-21 10:51 pm (UTC)Daedez wrote:
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Date: 2020-12-21 01:56 pm (UTC)Such a lovely story, I look forward to rereading it every year. My love goes out to you on this day of the mouse god's sun.
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Date: 2021-12-22 08:27 pm (UTC)Merry solstice!
-Branwyn
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