It is Friday the thirteenth and it is snowing. That’s not such a bad thing. Most folks think of Friday the thirteenth as a day of bad luck, but is it really? How did it get such a nasty reputation anyway? Well, it was all a propaganda ploy.
Back in the Middle Ages, when the Christian religion was slowly pushing out the older ways, Friday was Freya’s Day. That’s how Friday got its name. Freya’s followers held rituals on the full moon. There are thirteen full moons in a year; can you see where this is going? Yes, most of Her followers were (and are) women. Often they would gather in numbers of thirteen to honor the moon and their goddess, especially when Freya’s Day fell on the thirteenth.
The Church decried these women as witches and Friday the thirteenth as a day of great Evil, urging everyone to spend the day in the church, praying for salvation and deliverance from the witches. It was a bit of propaganda that seems to have worked well, as many people still fear the thirteenth as a day of bad luck.
Me, I have always found this to be a day of exceptional good luck. Today is no different. I am warm and safe, well fed and will hundreds of friends to chat with. I’m ahead of schedule in my work, I have found yet another great unsung author, and I have four snoring dogs around my chair. As I look out the window at the storm, I consider myself lucky to be in here. Life is good.
So tell me, how do you feel about Friday the Thirteenth?
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