|This poor little guy looks scared. I hope he's a chocolate cake.|
|holyclothing.com I want this dress, but not in pink.|
The ideal celebration for me would be a church service with lots of good music, then a day of quiet contemplation, scripture reading, and Handel's Messiah.
(Consumer me points out that it would be appropriate to do all of this in a new dress.)
But I love all of the other, springy stuff. Dyeing and hiding eggs is fun. Bright colors and baby animals are always welcome. And who can turn down a holiday that has chocolate and jelly beans on the menu?
|Rabbits? Hares? One of each?|
There is a solution. We can celebrate spring-in-general when it was originally celebrated, on the equinox. Spring equinox is under-celebrated now.
I have only heard of one equinox tradition--planting peas. (Somewhere I read that you should plant peas naked on the night of the equinox, under a full moon. But I'm sure the full moon doesn't line up that conveniently most years)
It's a good start, but when we are all longing for spring and thrilling at each brave crocus, it's also an excellent time to color eggs and play games.
The holiday would need a new name though. Equinox Bunny doesn't roll off the tongue.
I look longingly at sheep year-round. To balance out the nastiness of politics, I follow numerous shepherds on twitter. (Not enough American ones, send me links.) Today I am using pictures from two of my favorites, so I want to make a quick introduction.
|These lovely Zwartbles sheep are on the calendar in my office.|
The beautiful black sheep of Zwartbles Ireland can be seen on twitter from two points of view. The
Zwartbles Ireland handle shows sheep farming from the point of view of the shepherdess (who must work with a Go Pro at all times). Another handle, Cat Shepherd, shows the same flock from the point of view of Bodacious, one of the farm cats. Both feature beautiful videos of sheep, cats, and dogs.
Herdwick Shepherd, James Rebanks, cares for his flock on the hills of England's Lake District. His memoir, The Shepherd's Life explores the challenges faced by rural communities worldwide and the choices young people from those communities have to make. My parents loved the book too, so it's not just for sheep lovers.
|Rugged Herdwick lambs are born black, then gradually change color.|
Though I always have toy sheep around, and pull out more as Christmas decorations, sheep really belong to Easter.
Jesus uses sheep and shepherds as key metaphors. He is described as both the Lamb of God and the Good Shepherd.
A conversation between Jesus and Peter ( John 21:17) makes it clear that Christians are expected to be both sheep and shepherds as well.
"He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, loves thou me? . . .. And he said unto him, Lord, thou knows all things; thou knows that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.
So as followers of Jesus, we are supposed to be sheep, but when serving or leading others, we become shepherds.
I see this care from the literal shepherds. They must be first to tend to injury and illness. Though we city folk like to focus on fluffy, bouncy lambs, the reality also includes death, wounds, blood, and constant excrement.
Along those lines, Chaucer points out the importance of religious shepherds being good role models:
For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste,
No wonder is a lewed man to ruste;
And shame it is, if a preest take keep,
A shitten shepherde and a clene sheep.
Wel ought a preest ensample for to yive,
By his clennesse, how that his sheep shoulde live.
(A rough translation--if priests are corrupt, their followers will weaken. It is a shame when a dirty shepherd is sent to lead a clean sheep. Instead shepherds should set an example of cleanliness for their sheep. )
It's a great line, but the metaphor only works from a distance. I have worked with enough raw (unwashed) wool to know that real sheep are only clean at fairs and auctions. They are animals, after all, and live outdoors in fields.
Being a good shepherd, a caring leader, makes sense, but why, as followers, should we emulate these animals?
Popular culture describes people as sheep only when they are naive, easily robbed, easily manipulated. Sheeple is the current term of scorn. Do real sheep fit the stereotype, or do they have virtues we city folk are unaware of? Maybe someone reading this can enlighten the rest of us.
Although I adore sheep from a distance and follow several shepherds on-line, I don't have much personal experience.
When I was very young, my grandparents often raised a sheep or two for meat. I remember bottle-feeding lambs and I remember dreading them being butchered in the fall, but not much in between.
I don't know which breed our backyard dinner sheep were, but I do know that different breeds tend to have different personality traits. What were ancient Palestinian sheep like? Were they special in some way?
Did so many people in Nazareth and Judea have experience with sheep that they were a natural choice?
|Herdwicks climbing to Heaven|
While we are asking, "Why sheep?" we need to look at the metaphorical vision of the resurrection, with sheep on the right side and goats on the left and also ask ourselves, "Why not goats?"
|Will these goats (in great sweaters) really be left behind?|
P.S. Good news--more doctors looked at the lump on my neck. No one thinks I need to worry or even need surgery.
Knitting has been slow lately. Mostly because I have been working on two more complicated works. This week's shawls is the most complicated lace I've knit since I lost my mind over two years ago. Much unpicking and re-knitting was required. But I finished! (Almost. It still needs to be washed and blocked before I decide if I can part with it and list it in my shop.)
This bright orange yarn is amazing. I got it from Renaissance Yarns. It is 40% merino, 30%viscose, 20% angora rabbit, 10% cashmere. Remember in The Emperor's New Clothes how the emperor was told the cloth was so light he couldn't feel it? This shawl is like that. I sat knitting with four feet of finished shawl on my lap and it had no weight at all.
It was the perfect project to work on during the summer and I finished it during the week of a tree-cracking April snowstorm. With summer in mind, I went back to Renaissance yarns and bought a nice silk/cashmere blend in lime green for an upcoming project