Well I failed miserably in finishing out the year for the last pagan blog project, so in starting over for this year, and starting at the beginning with the beginning of the year rather than playing catch up, I hope that I will actually manage to finish this year.
I am starting the year with a post regarding the Aurora Borealis. Though this phenomenon takes its name from Aurora, the Roman name of Eos, the goddess of the dawn, this phenomenon has little to do with the dawn, though vastly with the sun. As such I don’t connect it to her, regardless of the name, but rather with deities directly tied with solar light, particularly Helios, the sun from whose body the light springs to create this beautiful crescendo of light across the atmosphere, and Apollon, lord of light, that even in the darkest months of the year when he is in his beautiful garden away from mortal plights that we see the glorious bursts of his light coloring the sky with a prismatic shower of primarily greens and reds. It is a natural treasure for those who are living in the far northern regions, one that has also had some play in movies such as Brother Bear in which the Aurora Borealis is given a spiritual character in line with beliefs of many northern peoples in which the lights are strongly connected to souls, often dancing, or in the case noted by Pliny, battling. A lovely rundown on the myths associated with the Aurora Borealis can be found here.
As for myself, when I see the aurora borealis, I give prayer to Apollon Hyperboreios that even in the dark the light shines forth, in the dark of the night and the dark of season of the year. To me these lights are echoes from the far land where Apollon’s garden rests and we are given the opportunity to occasionally see the gleam of the Land of Light. So in a sense I connect it with souls as I believe that those who belong to Apollon, such as devotees etc, eventually come to dwell in Hyperborea even as Croesus did.