So, yesterday was a Feast Day. Feb 2nd is Candlemas, and the Feast of the Presentation of Jesus at the Temple. As a gal who loves her some candles, and loves the Nunc Dimittis*, it’s a good Feast Day for Erika.
Andrew, through a quirk of work, got home early. I’d planned a candlelit dinner of blueberry and chocolate-chip pancakes already (because this holiday? It was original a pagan holiday to Brigid in Ireland, the patroness of grain…and when Brigid became SAINT Brigid, good Christians of the Celtic persuasion winked at each other and continued to enjoy grain-y goodness for Brigid, I mean for Candlemas. And the tradition of bringing a candle to the church to be blessed, and then lighting it in your home to ward off evil? Yeah…pagans again. I love these Feast days so much.)…woah, where am I? Right, I’d planned the fun-pancakes-by-candlelight already, but I didn’t think it would be a full family dinner, so yay!
The out of the ordinary fun dinner with the family all together got Andrew and I in a festive mood, and we made Mudslides. 2 shots of vodka, 1 of Kahlua, 1 of milk. Yum.
Then we had another round. If you’re counting, we each had 6 shots of alcohol. This is a bit more than our usual imbibing, and certainly unusual for a school night. It was a fun night.
And this morning, to no one’s surprise including our own, was rough. Hangover Hagans, that’s us.
And yet…the memory of last night still makes me smile. The out of time family connection, the fun of the flickering candles and the over-sweet pancakes, the yummy drinks, and the silliness with Andrew that followed. We Feasted, not just on food, but on how much we love each other.
So, I don’t adore the headache and such. I really don’t adore wanting to eat nothing but fried eggs and hashbrowns on top of a pizza, and it being a Friday Fast day instead. I’m eating these carrots, and my body’s like “NEED FAT TO SURVIVE HANGOVER WHAT IS THIS ROUGHAGE NONSENSE”.
But I’d do it all again. I’m feeling really happy today.
*Nunc Dimittis is the Song of Simeon, which he sang when, after waiting for eons in the Temple to see the Messiah as Gold told him to do…Jesus was brought in by his parents to be presented.
“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word.For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;To be a light to lighten the Gentiles and to be the glory of thy people Israel.”
This is one of the canticles for Evensong, and so I’ve sung these words to many different settings many times – and I love them. Composers tend to really step up on “to be a LIGHT to lighten the Gentiles” – big swelling of emotions right there.