Sviata Vechera, 2010, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt

Our Winter altar (which I still need to take proper pictures of). We traditionally exchange a gift on Midwinter, so those’ve been tucked near the altar’s black rabbits. My mother’s seed pot was carefully relocated on top of our new church hassocks (“KNEEL TO PRAY”) since the ancestor setting had begun steadily filling with offerings of food and drink.

One aspect of Sviata Vechera I haven’t had the time to explain is the ceremonial procession of the didukhy (decorated wheat bundle) indoors for the festive season. The didukhy is the last bundle of wheat to be cut during harvest, and the solemn ritual is executed gravely. The bundle represents our ancestors, whom we invite into our homes for the Yuletide season.

Much like my Ukrainian ancestors I also perform a reaping ritual during Harvest, although my personal rendition is slightly more pagan than the already unsubtle pagan practice. After marrying and nurturing the King throughout spring and summer I sacrifice him in fall for the better good, mourn his death and safekeep his divine seed until spring when I resurrect and remarry him which heralds a new agricultural year.

READ MORE @ GRAVEYARD DIRT »

Sviata Vechera, 2010, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt

Our Winter altar (which I still need to take proper pictures of). We traditionally exchange a gift on Midwinter, so those’ve been tucked near the altar’s black rabbits. My mother’s seed pot was carefully relocated on top of our new church hassocks (“KNEEL TO PRAY”) since the ancestor setting had begun steadily filling with offerings of food and drink.

One aspect of Sviata Vechera I haven’t had the time to explain is the ceremonial procession of the didukhy (decorated wheat bundle) indoors for the festive season. The didukhy is the last bundle of wheat to be cut during harvest, and the solemn ritual is executed gravely. The bundle represents our ancestors, whom we invite into our homes for the Yuletide season.

Much like my Ukrainian ancestors I also perform a reaping ritual during Harvest, although my personal rendition is slightly more pagan than the already unsubtle pagan practice. After marrying and nurturing the King throughout spring and summer I sacrifice him in fall for the better good, mourn his death and safekeep his divine seed until spring when I resurrect and remarry him which heralds a new agricultural year.

READ MORE @ GRAVEYARD DIRT »

Cite Arrow reblogged from graveyarddirt
  1. altars reblogged this from graveyarddirt
  2. graveyarddirt reblogged this from graveyarddirt
  3. graveyarddirt posted this