#ancienttraditions — Public Fediverse posts
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The Risen
It started like any other night, especially when the veil was thin. Our small seaside village welcomed the spirits of those who were lost at sea in the past year. Our priestess, pale-skinned and ethereal-looking, adorned in the colors of the deep ocean, had already started preparing for this night’s work. I watched in amazement. My lifelong aspiration was to train as a priestess, welcoming the deceased and guiding them to the realms beyond. I wouldn’t be of age for training for at least […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/the-risen/
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The Risen
It started like any other night, especially when the veil was thin. Our small seaside village welcomed the spirits of those who were lost at sea in the past year. Our priestess, pale-skinned and ethereal-looking, adorned in the colors of the deep ocean, had already started preparing for this night’s work. I watched in amazement. My lifelong aspiration was to train as a priestess, welcoming the deceased and guiding them to the realms beyond. I wouldn’t be of age for training for at least […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/the-risen/
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The Risen
It started like any other night, especially when the veil was thin. Our small seaside village welcomed the spirits of those who were lost at sea in the past year. Our priestess, pale-skinned and ethereal-looking, adorned in the colors of the deep ocean, had already started preparing for this night’s work. I watched in amazement. My lifelong aspiration was to train as a priestess, welcoming the deceased and guiding them to the realms beyond. I wouldn’t be of age for training for at least […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/the-risen/
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The Risen
It started like any other night, especially when the veil was thin. Our small seaside village welcomed the spirits of those who were lost at sea in the past year. Our priestess, pale-skinned and ethereal-looking, adorned in the colors of the deep ocean, had already started preparing for this night’s work. I watched in amazement. My lifelong aspiration was to train as a priestess, welcoming the deceased and guiding them to the realms beyond. I wouldn’t be of age for training for at least […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/the-risen/
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The Risen
It started like any other night, especially when the veil was thin. Our small seaside village welcomed the spirits of those who were lost at sea in the past year. Our priestess, pale-skinned and ethereal-looking, adorned in the colors of the deep ocean, had already started preparing for this night’s work. I watched in amazement. My lifelong aspiration was to train as a priestess, welcoming the deceased and guiding them to the realms beyond. I wouldn’t be of age for training for at least […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/the-risen/
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A bit of fun for a Friday... Last week we went to #AbbotsBromley, #Staffordshire, to witness the extraordinary & ancient #HornDance, a #FolkDance that has taken place for perhaps 800+ years. I've wanted to see this for years!
One of the reindeer antlers has been radio carbon dated to 1065CE.
#FolkCustoms #TraditionalDance #MorrisDancing #folkyfriday #ancienttraditions #FolkloreSunday #FolkTradition #oldways