Rest
The fields sleep under snow so they can bloom later. Stillness is part of the work.
a server, a goddess, a season
also known as Morena
Keeper of quiet. Bringer of renewal.
Every winter ends in spring.
The other side of winter
Morana is remembered as the lady of frost and endings. But every ending she brings clears the ground for something new, and that is what she has always been for.
The fields sleep under snow so they can bloom later. Stillness is part of the work.
Frost sharpens the air and brings the stars close. On cold nights you can see a long way.
What you let go of makes room. When Morena is carried off, spring comes in.
Nothing here is final. Darkness turns to light again, every year, without fail.
Old custom, new season
Each spring, on Smrtná nedeľa, villages across Slovakia and the Slavic lands make a straw figure of Morena, dress it in white and carry it singing to the river.
She is given to the water, and with her the cold, the hunger and the dark months. On the way home people carry a green branch, a letečko, decorated with ribbons. That's the point of the ritual: not to fear winter, but to say goodbye to it.
Where we are in the turning
Morana takes the winter with her,
and leaves the spring at the door.