To all those expecting this post yesterday, I owe you an apology.
But instead of excuses, let's see how Friday kicked off.
‘It's getting near dawn
When lights close their tired eyes
I'll soon be with you my love
Give you my dawn surprise’
(Sunshine of your love, Cream)
Today’s name in English is associated with a goddess. The planet assigned to her is Venus (also her name in the Roman pantheon), one of the five visible planets called wandering stars in ancient Greece (πλανῆται, planῆtai
); The poet Hesiod portrays the divinity being born from sea foam (Greek αφρός, aphros
); however, her conception is not quite immaculate.
Cronos, the Titan, slayed his own father, Uranus, and threw his severed manhood into the sea. A white foam spread around it, and from that rose Aphrodite, already in her adult form. Although, the deity of love, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation appears as the daughter of Zeus and Dione in Homer’s Iliad. Events originating from here were told to lay the foundation to one more civilization, the Roman Empire.
She is often accompanied by Eros, god of lust, and associated with Aeneas, Adonis, and Pandora, amongst others. On Mount Ida, she is chosen over Hera and Athena, for being the fairest. The gift of Paris, a mortal left to decide on behalf of Zeus, is the most beautiful woman, Helen of Sparta. Who is apparently married to the king of Sparta. The outcome is a story happening for thousands of years.
There is no evidence of special rituals (in any culture) or ceremonies presented to her specifically on Friday.
Beliefs, customs and notions attributed to her in ancient Greece were primarly shaped by the denomination of Astarte in Phoenicia, which succeeded the cult of Inanna-Ishtar in Mesopotamia. However, the Proto-Indo-European dawn goddess Haéusōs (meaning the dawn; Greek Eos, Latin Aurora, Sanskrit Ushas) is also believed to have influenced her worshipping.
Aphrodisia, her annual celebration, was held in midsummer mainly in Attica, and on the island of Cyprus. As a preparation, her temples would be purified with the blood of the sacred bird, her predominant symbol, the dove. Peristerá
, the ancient Greek word for dove, might have its roots in a Semitic phrase, peraḥ Ištar
, bird of Ishtar.
Another common symbol associated with her (not as a depiction) is a white male goat, the main victim of sacrifices.
The name of yesterday
Friday comes from Old English Frīġedæġ
, day of Frige or Frigg, the Germanic goddess associated with Venus. Many Germanic languages use a term with the same root.
Romance languages also maintain the tradition of naming it after the day of Venus, dies Veneris
; with an exception of sexta-feira
, sixth day, in Portugese. Also, the Sardinian word for today is chenàpura.
Rooting from the Latin cena pura
, it refers to the (food) preparations made specifically for Shabbat eve; a word that commemorates an exiled jewish community arriving to the island.
In Japanese, the word kinyōbi
is made up of the words kinsei
, meaning Venus and gold; and yōbi
, meaning day (of the week).
In most Slavic languages, it’s named as the fifth day of the week; e.g. petŭk
In Mandarin Chinese, it is also called the fifth day.
In both biblical and modern Hebrew, it is called the sixth day.
In modern Greek, the name derives from the word paraskevázo
, meaning ‘to prepare’; referring to preparations for Shabbat. The word for Friday is Paraskevi
In most Indian languages, today is also named after planet Venus. The common term is Shukravāra
Some Indo-European languages preserve the tradition of fasting in the name for Friday, which was a regular Christian custom; e.g. Irish Dé hAoine
, Scottish Gaelic Di-Haoine.
The Nahuatl people called it the day of Quetzalcoatl, who was related to wind, and planet Venus.
Végre péntek! - it looks like this when we say TGIF in Hungary; leaving the divine part at home. You don’t read the bible at the pub.
Végre - at last, péntek
The latter itself is a loan translation of Slavic origin (e.g. pátek
Today it rained more, but it was still mainly sunny. The rest of the elderflower is not just blooming yet, so I didn’t pick more.
The ones already steeping will be taken out of the water on Sunday.
Having done a major part of the work for today, I’ve set out on a journey before sunset and drove a few hundred kilometers to visit a friend in the countryside. I like to drive during these hours of the day, and later. It’s all about the music, or sometimes the monotone noise, that resembles silence.
I am living nowadays in a village of not more than 4000 inhabitants, still within reach of the capital. When you step out of the car at my friends’, the grass gives you a hug. No densely populated area in proximity, and there are even some hills in between, no dim light of any city on the horizon.
Tomorrow is the day of rest, for many.
That was the moment I went to bed.
It is Saturday morning, almost noon.
Have a good one!