Today, I stayed home. It’s a long private story why.
I asked some local farmers about the corn-wolf this last week, and about my making one from corn husks that blew straight to my front door from the very field I met the spirit originally.
A twinkle in their eye, some chuckled – ‘Hey better you than me!’ is the usual answer I got. Despite being staunch Christian people, many are still superstitious about harvest time. Now that I caught the last corn sheaf and took it into my home – I get to hold on to it for winter.
So I spent part of my day playing the harmonica to the corn-wolf, old folk tunes and some modern ones, as well as to the local Gods as well. It’s true, I’m more than likely the only Pagan out here. There is a tiny group in Ft. Morgan, but the chances of having enough gas to commute there routinely is… Not gonna happen for a while.
It’s also true – I met the spirit, and essentially I asked for it.
After I initially wrote this, I sat and played, and thought for a long while on this. I am beginning to think this what happens locally, and when you ‘den down,’ here and put in roots. Now, it’s back to Google so I can learn how to properly honor the spirit, and how to ‘release,’ the spirit in the spring. I am taking this as ‘You shouldn’t shun the Local Gods,’ lesson.
Oh, and I’m taking notes.