{"id":18063,"date":"2019-02-01T01:10:07","date_gmt":"2019-02-01T06:10:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=20470"},"modified":"2019-02-02T19:12:43","modified_gmt":"2019-02-03T00:12:43","slug":"celebrating-the-old-ways-in-new-times-47","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2019\/02\/01\/celebrating-the-old-ways-in-new-times-47\/","title":{"rendered":"Celebrating the Old Ways in New Times"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Celebrating\nthe Old Ways in New Times For Imbolc February 2019<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bright\nBlessings!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh\nmy, did the Winter Hag hit us last night. In Central Ohio we got I\ndon\u2019t know how many inches of snow- which would be fine- except we\ngot solid ice underneath it first. I can\u2019t walk my dog in certain\nparts of the grass or we will slide away! \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\nplows, salt trucks, and sidewalk clearing is in full swing. I only\nhad to shovel my front stoop, as a neighbor shoveled the walk before\nour helpers got here. Not bad, but I am aching all over- as it\u2019s\nonly 8 degrees, and my body revolts against the cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\nis ice frozen inside of our vintage 1970 windows, and I am wearing\ndouble layers and sitting under a blanket, as is the dog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\ncats are sound asleep, and while I have a cup of hot mint with black\ntea, my husband has started his coffee ritual. We all know what that\nmeans. Nothing happens before coffee!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\nis beef stew cooked already for supper, and we will probably make\nsome tacos as well. I am sore, exhausted, and I know it\u2019s due to\nthe cold. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nam one of THOSE people. This weather has knocked me out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nam more than in the mindset to think about Spring. I\u2019m thankful we\nare close to another turning of the Wheel, and I look forward to when\nI can hear more birds singing, and I can see the thaw, and the\nwildflowers poking through the forest floor. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Imbolc<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Possibly\none of my least favorite Sabbats- because it is bloody cold, Imbolc\nis both a blessing, and just another stepping stone moving us towards\nwarmer days, and the growing season. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Halfway\nbetween Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox, it was traditionally\ncelebrated in Scotland, Ireland, and the Isle of Mann. In a nutshell,\nthe animals would be lactating, or producing milk, so people had a\nfeast, thanked their gods, and had a good old time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So,\nit was, and is a seasonal harvest type celebration, but it was so\nmuch more than that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\nwas celebrating the goddess Brigid. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ceremony\nwas used to ask her to come into the home to bless and protect the\npeople and livestock. Beds so she could accept hospitality would be\nlaid for her, and special foods set out. Everybody wanted the goddess\nto come into their home and protect them and guide them into the\ncoming Spring. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Winter\nis a scary time. Even today, ice can knock out electricity, and what\nif you can\u2019t even afford electricity? It\u2019s cold! Reports of the\npoor and homeless freezing to death are in the news every Winter.\nImagine how much scarier it used to be hundreds of years ago, and how\ngrateful people were for both the milk, and the thaw which heralded\nthe fact Spring would indeed come. The Wheel was and is turning\nagain, and people are very very happy about that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\nWinter Hag<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But\nwhile Brigid might be a goddess of light and life, some would say in\nWinter, she is her hag aspect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\ngoes by different names depending on what part of the British Isles\nshe is being talked about. For some, she\u2019s Beira, and she washes\nher plaid on the Loch until it is pure white, and she spreads it upon\nthe land, making snow. For some, she is called the Cailleach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beira\nuses her hammer to make mountains and valleys, and uses her staff to\nmake it cold and wintry. She rules from November 1- Samhain, to\nBeltaine- May 1, and she is VERY resistant to give over her rule to\nBrigid, who rules from May 1- to November 1. Some even say she gives\npower to Brigid as early as Imbolc although some say it\u2019s as late\nas Beltaine. Some say the early Spring snows are Beira\u2019s way of\ntrying to stay in power!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In\nmany ways these stories express human beings way of trying to explain\nseasons before modern science, but in many ways, they express the\nduality of our own lives as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Light and Dark<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who\namong us has never been a vivacious, lively person one moment, only\nto endure a period of personal darkness, tragedy, or illness? Just\nlike the goddess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As\nfor many of us the goddess IS the earth, these stories speak to us.\nWhen it\u2019s the warmer seasons, the goddess- aka earth- produces\nabundantly. Like in our own lives, when all is well and we are at our\nbest, we are more capable, and get more done successfully. Likewise,\nwhen we are sick, suffering, sad, or just upset, we are not at our\nbest, and fall fallow- like the earth, or the goddess in Winter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As\nmy memory is not what it used to be, and I have done a LOT of reading\nover the years, I cannot pinpoint exactly what stories express what I\nam about to share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But\nI have read many stories about people hearing a knock at their door\nin the night, and an old hag asks hospitality, sometimes just to warm\nherself at their fire. In the stories, it turns out this is no\nordinary old woman, but either a powerful witch who blesses the\nfamily if they are kind to her, or curses them if they are unkind. In\nsome stories, it\u2019s the goddess coming for a bit of comfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\nmoral of these stories is not so much to try and be rewarded for all\nthe good we do, but to remember those who are struggling, who need\nour help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Also,\nyou never know who somebody who looks to be a down and out old bag of\nnothing actually is. Everybody is important and deserves comfort and\nalleviation of suffering. Let us never forget there will come a day\nwhen we, too may be that pitiful creature begging for hospitality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The\nLiving Saint<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

One\nof my personal heroes was Mother Theresa, who, to me, was a living\nembodiment of the goddess. At a young age, she chose to work with the\npoorest of the poor because she felt her god called her. Her Sisters\nin Calcutta are world famous for their compassion and determination\nto grant comfort and love to those who the World seems to have\nforgotten. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nused to read her books and just cry. She told stories about people\nbeing carried in off the street with nothing. These people were\nsometimes actively dying. Some of the people could only be given a\nbed to lie in until they crossed the veil. Sometimes, their bodies\nwere not only filthy, but infested with vermin. The sisters would\npatiently pick the worms off the people\u2019s bodies, and thank their\ngod for the opportunity to \u201ctend to Jesus in a distressing\ndisguise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They\ndrew this belief from the scriptures where it is said ‘I\ncan guarantee this truth: Whatever you did for one of my brothers or\nsisters, no matter how unimportant [they seemed], you did for me.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother\nTheresa wrote about tending the body of Christ, HER god. She said by\ndoing for others, you touched, blessed, and tended the body of her\ngod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

NEVER\nturn away the Goddess<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nsaw the Goddess in her Winter Hag form at a grocery store this week.\nShe was in a \u201cDistressing Disguise\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\nwas sitting by the door, waiting to be picked up, as many elderly\npeople do- and she had her nose and mouth wrapped, and her hands\ntucked into the sleeves of her coat. I could see she had on no\ngloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\nasked if she would like a pair of gloves. She said yes. I put my\ngloves on her. I had initially walked past her, but something told\nme not to. She was cold, she was alone, and I did not have time to\nstay, but I had a pair of gloves to give her. I helped her into the\ngloves, and she thanked me. As I walked away, I could feel chills,\nand not because it was cold. I told my husband \u201cThat was The\nGoddess.\u201d \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\nwas old, bent over, decrepit, cold, and suffering. She needed a\nlittle comfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was\nshe a celestial spirit? No. She was merely a human being, but women\nare the physical embodiment of the Goddess in the same way people are\nthe physical embodiment of the body of the Xtian god for people like\nMother Theresa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\nInstead\nof a Sabbat ritual, I have a suggestion, a plea actually. Would you\nbe able to find the time to tend to the body of the goddess in her\ndistress? Can you welcome the hag into your home and heart, and\ncelebrate her in her struggles as well as glorifying her in all her\nsplendor?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Saoirse\u2019s\nImbolc Working<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Keep\nthis as a regular practice, not just something to do for Sabbat. This\nis not a ritual, but is a set of things to keep in mind. We all need\none another and sometimes forget, or don\u2019t know how to ask for what\nwe need.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\nget caught up in our own lives and are busy with what we specifically\nare doing and sometimes forget about the people who are not directly\nIN our presence. Let\u2019s face it, adulting is exhausting sometimes.\nIt\u2019s not easy to remember everything. Try to train yourself to keep\nan eye out for those who need your help. You can begin with a prayer\nlike this:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGreat\nGoddess, she from who all life came, and to who we all return, Open\nmy eyes. Open my heart. Open my awareness to those who need me. I am\neasily distracted by my own life. Don\u2019t let me miss the call, or\nmisunderstand signs. Use me as your hands, that I may do all the\nthings you see fit. Use my voice to be your words so I may be as\ncomfort for those who are hurting. Use my arms to be your warm\nembrace. Open my heart so I may take people in who feel nobody loves\nthem. Use me as your vessel that I may be a living embodiment of you.\nSo be it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

  1. \nSet\n\tan intention to keep tabs on those who are sick, isolated,\n\tdepressed, sad, grieving, old, or just alone. This extends to your\n\tloved ones who are overworked and do not have time for a social life\n\tas well. People who are easily forgotten because they are not nearby\n\tare the ones who need to be checked up on the most. \n\t\n\t<\/li>
  2. \nRemember\n\tthat YOU are sometimes the one who needs care or help. Do NOT\n\thesitate to ask for what you need. We are in one another\u2019s lives,\n\tand together, life is better. Be compassionate and patient with\n\tyourself. If you feel frustrated with yourself for whatever you are\n\tstruggling with, ask yourself if you would be harsh with somebody\n\tELSE struggling with this? Of course you wouldn\u2019t! Remember to be\n\thealing, patient, and loving to yourself as well as others. \n\t\n\t<\/li>
  3. \nHoliday\n\ttime is especially difficult for those who are alone or struggling\n\tsomehow. They feel like a third wheel at gatherings, and may forego\n\tattending for not only that, but if they cannot afford to\n\tcontribute, they may feel embarrassed. Think of ways to make them\n\tfeel comfortable coming, and reassure them.\n\t<\/li>
  4. \nYou\n\tmay need to arrange transportation and take somebody home early.\n\tPeople who struggle may not be physically capable of staying the\n\twhole time. Make sure they know that is okay and they won\u2019t be\n\tstuck trying to be presentable when they need to leave early.\n\t<\/li>
  5. \nOn\n\tthe other hand- be understanding if they just need to skip out.\n\tDon\u2019t make them feel attendance is mandatory. Let them do what\n\tthey can do. \n\t\n\t<\/li>
  6. \nLearn\n\tto listen. I cannot tell you how many family members of sick or\n\telderly people I have heard spout off about \u201cI JUST don\u2019t\n\tunderstand Mom\/Grandma\/Aunt Ethel\/ etc\u2026\u201d and literally complain\n\tabout how said family member has some sort of struggle THEY don\u2019t\n\thave, so they have no clue why ANYBODY does. As if said family\n\tmember is willfully doing this to themselves, and is a GREAT\n\tinconvenience to the \u201cnormal\u201d people. Learn compassion and\n\tempathy, or leave the care to somebody who has some. That is all. \n\t\n\t<\/li>
  7. \nMake\n\tquality time with the goddess in distress. Don\u2019t just go do\n\terrands and or appointments, aka \u201cgood deeds\u201d or \u201cduty\u201d.\n\tWhile all of that is important, do not forget your goddess needs to\n\tbe treated as a normal person and she wants to spend time with you.\n\tHave a cup of coffee and birdwatch together. Go for lunch. Go feed\n\tthe ducks, or hit the movies. Enjoying life should not be forgotten\n\tjust because the goddess is in distress!\n\t<\/li>
  8. \nDon\u2019t\n\tjust do good deeds for the goddess in distress when it is socially\n\tacceptable to do so- like birthdays or Sabbats, or mainstream\n\tholidays. People need love and care year round, not just when you\n\tget a reminder because of the time of year it is.\n\t<\/li>
  9. \nGive\n\ther gifts. I don\u2019t just mean candles or incense lit on your altar.\n\tI mean give things to human beings who are struggling. Say you have\n\tan elderly neighbor who used to grow tomatoes, but can\u2019t anymore.\n\tGive her some of yours from your garden as often as possible. Say\n\tyou have a disabled neighbor who likes to go to the park. Take them.\n\tSay there is an old decrepit neighborhood stray cat. Give it treats,\n\tfood, shelter, love, and take it to the Vet \u2026unless you can find a\n\tway to have it adopted, of course!\n\t<\/li>
  10. \nNever\n\tstop looking for a way to venerate the goddess through the lives of\n\ther creatures. There are opportunities constantly. Keep your eyes\n\tand ears open. Ask for guidance regularly, and then just remain open\n\tto her call and vice. \n\t\n<\/li><\/ol>\n\n\n\n

    May\nImbolc bring new beginnings for you. May the weather be gentle, and\nthe Winter Hag spare you in the days before she becomes Brigid. May\nthe goddess appear before you in her splendor, and may you be aware,\nand know what to do to help when she is reaching out to you in a\ndistressing disguise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Blessed\nImbolc.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Blessed\nBe!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    ***<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

    About\nthe Author:<\/strong>\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    \"\"<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

    Saoirse<\/strong> is\na recovered Catholic.  I was called to the Old Ways at age 11,\nbut I thought I was just fascinated with folklore. At age 19, I was\ncalled again, but I thought I was just a history buff, and could not\nexplain the soul yearnings I got when I saw images of the Standing\nStones in the Motherland. At age 29, I crossed over into New Age\nstudies, and finally Wicca a couple years later. My name is Saoirse,\npronounced like (Sare) and (Shah) Gaelic for freedom. The gods I\nserve are Odin and Nerthus. I speak with Freyja , Norder, and Thunor\nas well. The Bawon has been with me since I was a small child, and\nRangda has been with me since the days I was still Catholic. I\nreceived my 0 and 1 Degree in an Eclectic Wiccan tradition, and my\nElder is Lord Shadow. We practice in Columbus, Ohio. I am currently\nfocusing more on my personal growth, and working towards a Second and\nThird Degree with Shadow. I received a writing degree from Otterbein\nUniversity back in 2000. I have written arts columns for the s\nCouncil in Westerville. I give private tarot readings and can be\nreached through my Facebook<\/a> page Tarot\nwith Saoirse<\/a>. You can, also, join me on my Youtube\nChannel<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Celebrating the Old Ways in New Times For Imbolc February 2019 Bright Blessings! Oh my, did the Winter Hag hit us last night. In Central Ohio we got I don\u2019t know how many inches of snow- which would be fine- except we got solid ice underneath it first. I can\u2019t walk my dog in certain parts of the grass or we will slide away! The plows, salt trucks, and sidewalk clearing is in full swing. I only had to shovel my front stoop, as a neighbor shoveled the walk before our helpers got here. Not bad, but I am aching all over- as it\u2019s only 8 degrees, and my body revolts against the cold. There is ice frozen inside of our vintage 1970 windows, and I am wearing double layers and sitting under a blanket, as is the dog. The cats are sound asleep, and while I have a cup of hot mint with black tea, my husband has started his coffee ritual. We all know what that means. Nothing happens before coffee! There is beef stew cooked already for supper, and we will probably make some tacos as well. I am sore, exhausted, and I know it\u2019s due to the cold. I am one of THOSE people. This weather has knocked me out. I am more than in the mindset to think about Spring. I\u2019m thankful we are close to another turning of the Wheel, and I look forward to when I can hear more birds singing, and I can see the thaw, and the wildflowers poking through the forest floor. Imbolc Possibly one of my least favorite Sabbats- because it is bloody cold, Imbolc is both a blessing, and just another stepping stone moving us towards warmer days, and the growing season. Halfway between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox, it was traditionally celebrated in Scotland, Ireland, and the Isle of Mann. In a nutshell, the animals would be lactating, or producing milk, so people had a feast, thanked their gods, and had a good old time. So, it was, and is a seasonal harvest type celebration, but it was so much more than that. It was celebrating the goddess Brigid. Ceremony was used to ask her to come into the home to bless and protect the people and livestock. Beds so she could accept hospitality would be laid for her, and special foods set out. Everybody wanted the goddess to come into their home and protect them and guide them into the coming Spring. Winter is a scary time. Even today, ice can knock out electricity, and what if you can\u2019t even afford electricity? It\u2019s cold! Reports of the poor and homeless freezing to death are in the news every Winter. Imagine how much scarier it used to be hundreds of years ago, and how grateful people were for both the milk, and the thaw which heralded the fact Spring would indeed come. The Wheel was and is turning again, and people are very very happy about that. The Winter Hag But while Brigid might be a goddess of light and life, some would say in Winter, she is her hag aspect. She goes by different names depending on what part of the British Isles she is being talked about. For some, she\u2019s Beira, and she washes her plaid on the Loch until it is pure white, and she spreads it upon the land, making snow. For some, she is called the Cailleach. Beira uses her hammer to make mountains and valleys, and uses her staff to make it cold and wintry. She rules from November 1- Samhain, to Beltaine- May 1, and she is VERY resistant to give over her rule to Brigid, who rules from May 1- to November 1. Some even say she gives power to Brigid as early as Imbolc although some say it\u2019s as late as Beltaine. Some say the early Spring snows are Beira\u2019s way of trying to stay in power! In many ways these stories express human beings way of trying to explain seasons before modern science, but in many ways, they express the duality of our own lives as well. Light and Dark Who among us has never been a vivacious, lively person one moment, only to endure a period of personal darkness, tragedy, or illness? Just like the goddess. As for many of us the goddess IS the earth, these stories speak to us. When it\u2019s the warmer seasons, the goddess- aka earth- produces abundantly. Like in our own lives, when all is well and we are at our best, we are more capable, and get more done successfully. Likewise, when we are sick, suffering, sad, or just upset, we are not at our best, and fall fallow- like the earth, or the goddess in Winter. As my memory is not what it used to be, and I have done a LOT of reading over the years, I cannot pinpoint exactly what stories express what I am about to share. But I have read many stories about people hearing a knock at their door in the night, and an old hag asks hospitality, sometimes just to warm herself at their fire. In the stories, it turns out this is no ordinary old woman, but either a powerful witch who blesses the family if they are kind to her, or curses them if they are unkind. In some stories, it\u2019s the goddess coming for a bit of comfort. The moral of these stories is not so much to try and be rewarded for all the good we do, but to remember those who are struggling, who need our help. Also, you never know who somebody who looks to be a down and out old bag of nothing actually is. Everybody is important and deserves comfort and alleviation of suffering. Let us never forget there will come a day when we, too may be that pitiful creature begging for hospitality. The Living Saint One of my personal heroes was Mother Theresa, who, to me, was a living embodiment of the goddess. At a young age, she chose to work with the poorest of the poor because she felt her god called her. Her Sisters in Calcutta are world famous for their compassion and determination to grant comfort and love to those who the World seems to have forgotten. I used to read her books and just cry. She told stories about people being carried in off the street with nothing. These people were sometimes actively dying. Some of the people could only be given a bed to lie in until they crossed the veil. Sometimes, their bodies were not only filthy, but infested with vermin. The sisters would patiently pick the worms off the people\u2019s bodies, and thank their god for the opportunity to \u201ctend to Jesus in a distressing disguise.\u201d They drew this belief from the scriptures where it is said ‘I can guarantee this truth: Whatever you did for one of my brothers or sisters, no matter how unimportant [they seemed], you did for me.’ Mother Theresa wrote about tending the body of Christ, HER god. She said by doing for others, you touched, blessed, and tended the body of her god. NEVER turn away the Goddess I saw the Goddess in her Winter Hag form at a grocery store this week. She was in a \u201cDistressing Disguise\u201d. She was sitting by the door, waiting to be picked up, as many elderly people do- and she had her nose and mouth wrapped, and her hands tucked into the sleeves of her coat. I could see she had on no gloves. I asked if she would like a pair of gloves. She said yes. I put my gloves on her. I had initially walked past her, but something told me not to. She was cold, she was alone, and I did not have time to stay, but I had a pair of gloves to give her. I helped her into the gloves, and she thanked me. As I walked away, I could feel chills, and not because it was cold. I told my husband \u201cThat was The Goddess.\u201d She was old, bent over, decrepit, cold, and suffering. She needed a little comfort. Was she a celestial spirit? No. She was merely a human being, but women are the physical embodiment of the Goddess in the same way people are the physical embodiment of the body of the Xtian god for people like Mother Theresa. Instead of a Sabbat ritual, I have a suggestion, a plea actually. Would you be able to find the time to tend to the body of the goddess in her distress? Can you welcome the hag into your home and heart, and celebrate her in her struggles as well as glorifying her in all her splendor? Saoirse\u2019s Imbolc Working Keep this as a regular practice, not just something to do for Sabbat. This is not a ritual, but is a set of things to keep in mind. We all need one another and sometimes forget, or don\u2019t know how to ask for what we need. We get caught up in our own lives and are busy with what we specifically are doing and sometimes forget about the people who are not directly IN our presence. Let\u2019s face it, adulting is exhausting sometimes. It\u2019s not easy to remember everything. Try to train yourself to keep an eye out for those who need your help. You can begin with a prayer like this: \u201cGreat Goddess, she from who all life came, and to who we all return, Open my eyes. Open my heart. Open my awareness to those who need me. I am easily distracted by my own life. Don\u2019t let me miss the call, or misunderstand signs. Use me as your hands, that I may do all the things you see fit. Use my voice to be your words so I may be as comfort for those who are hurting. Use my arms to be your warm embrace. Open my heart so I may take people in who feel nobody loves them. Use me as your vessel that I may be a living embodiment of you. So be it.\u201d Set an intention to keep tabs on those who are sick, isolated, depressed, sad, grieving, old, or just alone. This extends to your loved ones who are overworked and do not have time for a social life as well. People who are easily forgotten because they are not nearby are the ones who need to be checked up on the most. Remember that YOU are sometimes the one who needs care or help. Do NOT hesitate to ask for what you need. We are in one another\u2019s lives, and together, life is better. Be compassionate and patient with yourself. If you feel frustrated with yourself for whatever you are struggling with, ask yourself if you would be harsh with somebody ELSE struggling with this? Of course you wouldn\u2019t! Remember to be healing, patient, and loving to yourself as well as others. Holiday time is especially difficult for those who are alone or struggling somehow. They feel like a third wheel at gatherings, and may forego attending for not only that, but if they cannot afford to contribute, they may feel embarrassed. Think of ways to make them feel comfortable coming, and reassure them. You may need to arrange transportation and take somebody home early. People who struggle may not be physically capable of staying the whole time. Make sure they know that is okay and they won\u2019t be stuck trying to be presentable when they need to leave early. On the other hand- be understanding if they just need to skip out. Don\u2019t make them feel attendance is mandatory. Let them do what they can do. Learn to listen. I cannot tell you how many family members of sick or elderly people I have heard spout off about \u201cI JUST don\u2019t understand Mom\/Grandma\/Aunt Ethel\/ etc\u2026\u201d and literally complain…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":211,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18063","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18063","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/211"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18063"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18063\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}