Greetings sacred readers, thanks for being here.
Yesterday we broke the news that early in the new year we will actually get a private audience with the Mother of the Galaxy herself! I am so looking forward to that but life goes on, so until then we’ll get back to life on Kusha.
Winterfest is coming. Back home on Harappa we really had a winter. Nothing like they have on Earth, but in the White Mountains where I lived before The Arrival, we had two long months of snow and cold. Winterfest celebrated the half way point between Autumn and Spring. Here on Kusha, especially around Harappa City, where I live now, we don’t see snow very often. I have seen it fall but not stick on the ground. We certainly don’t get the waist deep dumps that I grew up with.
Even so, we Harappans have brought Winterfest to Kusha with many of our other traditions. Only now Winterfest is more about celebrating the Old Harappan traditions than it is about surviving the Winter. People gather to prepare the old foods and old drinks.
Vintners all over Kusha have been preparing their finest wines and the herb growers have been harvesting their crops. The algae lakes are in full swing. More algae cakes are eaten in the two weeks of Winterfest than all of the rest of the year.
Kids born on Kusha will never know our Homeworld. Many folks dispute what the “Homeworld” means. Didn’t humans evolve on old Earth? That’s the argument anyway, but I’d bet the farm that most Harappans who were born there would never claim Earth as their Homeworld.
Tomorrow we’ll talk more about the coming Winterfest.
Never Mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 87
Earth Year 2479
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