Some years it is celebrated subtly, almost indiscernibly, and some years we go all out. Groundhog Day is our holiday,
our make-it-what-we-will nonevent celebration of the nonsensical. With gaiety and peasant glee, we set aside rationalism, empiricism, and turn our thoughts to the whistlepig, cheeky Marmota monax,
and ask Hey, little fellow, how are you? What do you see?
By checking in with our fellow North American mammalian, we are attesting to our place in nature, and observing the cycles, patterns, well-being of our world, and being peculiar specimens ourselves, we naturally add favors, gifts, activities, special baked-goods, fancy dress, and song. (We are still compiling the particular songs that will comprise the official songbook of the day.)
Groundhog Day is observed either quietly, seemingly as though overlooked, or with tremendous exuberance and merriment, but it never incurs stress, demands over-exertion, debt, or undue pressure. Groundhog Day is best observed with time out of doors,
it is a fitting day to make home improvements, and dig holes,
it is a good day to seek, and create, poetry and art, to meditate on the beauty that inspires us,
and though we hardly know what a real winter looks like,
we do appreciate seasons, and our place in nature, and so we look to this day as a pause in our busy lives,
when we can make merry, be light, and recognize the long and fascinating history of people relating to the natural world, our imaginations, and the traditions that come and grow, evolve and blend, and make our lives interesting, meaningful.
Happy Groundhog Day, friends. We send you best wishes for laughter, natural beauty, reflection, comfort, creative expression, and a chance to break from routine and feel wonderful about this moment, and the seasons ahead.
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