December 8 - Ostrich Forecast
A griffany week, if ever there was one.
It's not so often that the forecast is decidedly mythological, but this week is a griffin week, for sure. If March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, this week comes in like a lion/eagle hybrid, and goes out in whatever manner it prefers.
Griffins were, as you may know, created by the Trickster, for the same reason he made peanut butter cups. The First One said to the Second One, "Behold, I have made Eagle, the king of birds," and the Second One said, "Oh, yeah? Get a load of my king of beasts," and the Trickster walked in on them arguing, pretended not listen, and went off and made griffins without telling anyone.
The old Egyptians had a griffin in their neighborhood, which they nicknamed Tesh-tesh, and I think this must have pleased the griffin. It's the cattest name you could imagine, and it translates to "tearer-in-pieces." But that's not to say a griffin will always leave you torn or shredded. (Nor to say it won't.) A griffin is more than its beak or its talons or its claws or its teeth. Griffins are companionable bird-beasts, who didn't choose the strange arrangement wherein their favorite playmates are also their main source of food.
If you meet a griffin this week, offer it a salmon if you have one. (Try to have one.) If a griffin gets too close, or starts to toy with you, try to grip the scruff of its neck, which should relax it like a kitten/chick. And if the griffin does rend you to pieces, take solace in the fact that you were chosen, and in the knowledge that your epitaph will be fantastic.
