I was writing something recently
and I used the phrase "harbingers of doom." It had a nice ring to it.
I guess I must have seen it used that way before because I've always used the
full phrase as a complete thought. Harbingers of doom.
But for some reason this time I
wondered. What is a harbinger? And are they always harbing doom?
Or is that harbinging doom?
Are there harbingers of hope or
joy? Happy harbingers? I think so. Because I've also heard the phrase "the
green buds were the harbingers of spring."
So harbingers aren't necessarily
negative. Are they then like the three Fates of Grecian lore, just destiny,
with neither good nor bad implied? The three Fates were the Spinner, who spun
your life's thread, the Allotter, who measured it, and the Cutter, who snipped
it off.
There used to be the Waxer, who
gave the thread of your life waterproofing and a nice sheen, but she ran off
with Hercules after
getting rid of his
unsightly back hair.
I digress.
Harbingers, according to the
etymology dictionary, were originally persons sent out to arrange lodging.
Usually for some noble or royal personage. It comes from the Middle English
herberger,
which meant innkeeper.
The 15th century verb version of
the term "to harbinge," actually meant to lodge, or to provide
shelter. At some point the mission became the person, so to send a person to
find shelter meant to call him a messenger to the shelter keeper and, you know,
language is weird.
In any event harbinger is
essentially a word that's more of less synonymous with both messenger and
message. Harbingers of spring are a message and a messenger that spring is on
the way.
It's now fully harbinged in my
brain.
America, ya gotta love it.
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