Showing posts with label celtic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label celtic. Show all posts

Monday, 2 February 2015

St Bride at Imbolc



John Duncan, St Bride, 1913 Tempera on canvas, 112 x 144 cm.
National Gallery of Scotland, Edinburgh.
This is one of my favourite paintings; I’ve posted it several times in the past, on several different sites, usually at this time of year. Imbolc is the perfect excuse to share (again) this wonderful painting.
According legend the Irish Saint Bride was transported miraculously to Bethlehem to attend the nativity of Christ. Here she is shown with two angels who carry the white robed saint across the sea. Duncan was fascinated with the Outer Hebrides and the Isle of Iona. The birds and seal are the natural environment used as a backdrop to the supernatural angels carrying St Bride. Scenes from the life of Christ decorate the angel's robes, and include the artist's self-portrait as the tiny clown (a holy fool) accompanying the procession of the magi on the leading angel's gown. The Irish Goddess Brighid is the keeper of the sacred flame, the guardian of home and hearth, the crone.  When Ireland converted was to Christianity, the people refused to let go of their deities and the Goddess Brighid became a Christian saint. 

Beautiful moon tonight over my house. 


Friday, 5 October 2012

A collection of music inspired by traditional English Folk Music

A Collection of music for the weekend, inspired by traditional English folk music.

''Meet on the ledge'';  Fairport convention

"John Barleycorn"; Steeleye Span

''Scarborough Fair'';  John Renbourn

''House Carpenter''; Pentangle 

''Cosmic Surfer''; Quintessence


Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Dec17, 2011, Multiply, Mistletoe

Dec 17, '11 9:09 PM
for everyone

Above; ''A Druid priestess bearing Mistletoe'', artist unknown.

Mistletoe
The ancient pre-Christian celebration of the Winter Solstice is one of the oldest winter celebrations in the world. The Winter Solstice falls on the shortest day of the year and has been celebrated in Britain from the earliest of times. The Druids would cut the mistletoe that grew on the oak tree and give it as a blessing. Oaks were seen as sacred and the winter fruit of the mistletoe was a symbol of life in the dark winter months.
The Yule Log
It's believed that the Druids began the tradition of the Yule log. The Celts believed the sun stood still for twelve days in the middle of winter and during this time a log was lit to conquer the darkness, banish evil spirits and bring luck for the coming year.
Customs
These customs  have been incorporated into both Christian and secular celebrations all over the world. Prior to the legalization of Christianity by the Emperor Constantine in 313, no universal date or celebration of the birth of Christ is recorded. Roman Pagans used to gather at the hill where the Vatican is now to commemorate the “Birth of the Unconquered Sun” This pagan feast was celebrated throughout the Empire either on December 25th, or January 6th, (depending on which calendar they were using). Most historians believe it was Constantine who replaced the pagan festival with that of Christmas. I find it somehow comforting to know that our ancestors celebrated the Winter Solstice and as times changed, belief changed, customs changed, the Solstice, under one name or another, has been constant through out history.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGzm2JVkaEA&feature=player_embedded

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forgetmenot525 wrote on Dec 18, '11
mitchylr said
Strong cultural customs do tend to survive, even through periods of radical change.
yep.....................this one has survived for a very very long time..............
forgetmenot525 wrote on Dec 18, '11
nemo4sun said
personally ~ i blame new zealand

they steal our summer every year and it takes us six months to get it back

:)
must admit I never thought of it like that before.
nemo4sun wrote on Dec 18, '11
personally ~ i blame new zealand

they steal our summer every year and it takes us six months to get it back

:)
mitchylr wrote on Dec 18, '11
Strong cultural customs do tend to survive, even through periods of radical change.

Dec17, 2011, Multiply, The Holly and the Ivy


Dec 17, '11 8:32 PM
for everyone
The Holly and the Ivy!

Paintings are by Joanna Powell Colbert. Joanne is an artist, writer and teacher of Tarot and earth-centered spirituality. Her paintings and mixed media pieces combine her love of symbolic, archetypal art with the mysteries of the natural world. Her work has appeared in many publications since the mid-1980s. Above is ‘St Lucia’ and below ‘The Holly King’, Lucia Bride appears at the bottom of the page


http://clanofdanu.tripod.com/holly.html
Holly
Some stories tell that when winter came druids advised the people to take holly into their homes for it would shelter elves and fairies. There was a warning however to remove the holly entirely from the house before Imbolc eve because just one leaf in house would spell misfortune. The Holly always has been associated with mid winter festivals. Holly was given as gifts during the Roman Saturnila and later mixed with the Celtic traditions celebrating the sun gods birth a winter solstice. Scottish Traditions says that no branch should be cut from a holly tree, but rather pulled free in a method considered fit from sacred tree. It has always been unlucky to fell a holly tree or burn the green skinned holly. Yet luck was increased if a small branch kept from a Yule decoration was hung on the outside of the house where it would protect against lightening. Oddly enough, Holly does not grow in Western Scotland. The holly is associated with the Oak king, the Holly king, Gawain (in Arthurian legend) and Christ.
Ivy
The ivy has been a symbol of fidelity, friendship and affection. Celtic druids considered it a symbol of determination and strength. The Celts also associated ivy with the lunar goddess, Arianrhod, and held it as a portent of death and spiritual rebirth. Ivy has also been associated with the Christian holiday Christmas.

The Holly and The Ivy
The version of ‘’the Holly and the Ivy’’ we are all familiar with was first published by Cecil Sharp. (Cecil James Sharp B 22 November 1859 D 23 June 1924 was the founding father of the folklore revival in England in the early 20th century, and many of England's traditional dances and music owe their continuing existence to his work in recording and publishing them.) It is thought to have Pagan origins dating back over 1000 years and for a pagan song to survive intact for such a long time is very unusual. Rather than eradicate this pre-Christian song the church seems to have kept it, embraced it and then adapted it. Holly and Ivy have always been taken indoors during the winter, originally it was hoped the presence of these ever green plants indoors would enable the occupants to survive the harsh winters just as these plants did. Holly and Ivy grow and thrive outside amid the cold, ice, wind and snow. Their leaves retain their colour while other plants lose their leaves, the ability of these plants to thrive in harsh conditions must have seemed almost magical. The plants were brought indoors to share their special ‘magical’ powers of survival with the occupants of the home. It was hoped having Holly and ivy indoors would protect people from the hardships of the winter months; hopefully these plants would share their apparent magical ability to survive the difficult conditions of the forest.
 

The Holly and the Ivy
Lyrics.

The holly and the ivy,
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir


 
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forgetmenot525 wrote on Dec 18, '11
mitchylr said
Thanks for that history, Loretta. Enjoyed the song, I always loved Maddy Prior's voice.
me too..................don't you think this this is one band thats not remembered as much as they should be.
catherinearmant wrote on Dec 18, '11
How wonderful ! Thank you for this beautiful Post dear Loretta.
nemo4sun wrote on Dec 18, '11
that is why i keep my holly outside

but is is planted up against the front of the house

:)
mitchylr wrote on Dec 18, '11
Thanks for that history, Loretta. Enjoyed the song, I always loved Maddy Prior's voice.
tismek wrote on Dec 17, '11
I really enjoyed this - thank you Loretta :o)
greenwytch wrote on Dec 17, '11
thank you, Loretta. we received your lovely Holiday card today. blessed be. XO

Monday, 20 August 2012

Sep 23, 2009, Multiply, Mythology Rhiannon

Sep 23, '09 5:49 PM
for everyone


Midweek Mythology;
The Story of Rhiannon,
Celtic Welsh Goddess. 
In Welsh mythology Rhiannon is the horse goddess, she was a daughter of Hefeydd the Old. She was married to Pwyll, and later to Manawydan.

Pwyll first met Rhiannon when he saw her as a beautiful woman dressed in gold and riding a white horse. Pwyll sent his horsemen after her, but she was too fast and rode away from them. She was actually riding no faster than Pwyll and his knights; she simply created an illusion for the benefit of Pwyll. After three days, he recalled his horseman and gave chase to her himself. When he caught up with her and spoke, Rhiannon told him she did not want her arranged marriage and would rather marry him.

She made a deal with Pwyll and; after a year from that day, he won her from Gwawl (her intended husband). He followed Rhiannon's instructions and tricked Gwawl into climbing into a magic bag that Rhiannon had given him for the purpose. Once his opponent was in the box he made an agreement to free him providing he could have Rhiannon.

Rhiannon gave birth to a son after three years; but on the night of the birth, the child disappeared while in the care of six of Rhiannon's ladies-in-waiting. The ladies in waiting  feared they would be blamed and put to death, to avoid any blame, they smeared blood from a puppy on the sleeping Rhiannon. Then they lay the puppy bones around her bed. Pwyll's counselors insisted on a punishment for Rhiannon for her supposed crime. She was forced into to remain in the court of Arberth for seven years, and to sit every day near a stable block by the  gate telling her story to all who passed. To add to her misery  she was told to carry guests to the court on her back.


BUT;…The child appeared outside a stable of Teyrnon, whose mares had just given birth but whose new born foals had disappeared in the same way as Rhiannons baby has disappeared . Teyrnon had been watching his stables when he saw an unknown  beast coming to take the foal. Teyrnon stopped the beast by cutting off its arm at the elbow and then found the lost child outside the stable. He and his wife adopted the child and nurtured him through out childhood. The child grew to adulthood within only seven years and when fully grown was given the foal which had led Teyrnon to the stable. Teyrnon understood this was a very special child and realized who he was,  he returned the young man to his rightful parents and, on his return, the young man was named Pryderi by his original parents.


Following his fathers death Pryderi married Cigfa and become Prince of Dyfed. His Mother, Rhiannon remarried a man called Manawydan and both Rhiannon and her new husband Manawydan were invited to live with her son and daughter-in-law in Dyfed. Soon, Dyfed drought visited the land of Dyfed laying it waste and barren, Rhiannon, Pryderi, Cigfa and Manawydan survived.


Manawydan and Pryderi were out hunting together when they , saw and followed a white boar. The boar led them to a magical golden bowl, when Pryderi and his mother, Rhiannon, touched the  golden bowl they became enchanted.


Manawydan and Cigfa tried to help but were  unable to until they captured a mouse (which was actually a woman, the wife of Llwyd, Rhiannon's enemy). Once this woman/mouse was captured the spell was lifted and Rhiannon and Pryderi were freed.
http://www.redoakgrove.org/aboutrog/seasonaldeities.html


The Poem; Rhiannon
By Gareth Davies

She's fire in the afterglow
Rising on the spray
Buried in the undertow
And woven in the waves


She's wind, which echoes old and low
Rippling across the bay
She follows where the voices go
Of whispered words and yesterdays


In language only water knows
She lullaby's the deep
A softly singing sadness falls
For ancient sorrows there asleep


But something stirs the black below
Something moves and slowly wakes
Rhiannon rises as she goes
Mountains tremble at her gates


She travels in a cloak of foam
Water whitens in her wake
And bare beneath her flowing gown
Granite glistens
Oceans break



The Artist;
Jen Delyth, Welsh Celtic Artist.


Artist Jen Delyth creates original Celtic paintings and illustrations which are directly inspired by Celtic folklore. Her work is informed by the folk motifs and symbols of the ancient Celts, but woven through her experience and vision as a woman of the twenty-first century.

She was born in the Welsh borderlands of the Wye valley, and raised in the industrial heartlands of south Wales, in Port Talbot, and Penllergaer a small village. Jen Delyth was surrounded by landscapes that have inspired poets and artists throughout the ages. Her childhood was spent exploring Welsh hills and coastal beaches with her family.
This early connection to the natural world has played an important part  in her development as celtic artist.

As a child she briefly lived in the small village of Colerne, up in the hills around the ancient Roman city of Bath. From her house she could see the chalk carvings of both the Cherhill and the Westbury White Horse figures on the hillside across the valley. There was a natural Spring in the woods at the bottom of her garden that had once been known for its healing properties
http://www.kelticdesigns.com/Pages/Catalog.html
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forgetmenot525 wrote on Sep 24, '09
welshdoug said
The Mabinogion is well worth a read.
thanks Dougie..............and thanks for the link...........you obviously know a great deal more about this than I do

eggpainter wrote on Sep 24, '09
I like mythology so the story was really fasinating. And as an artist I was blown away by the art work. Thank you for sharing.

welshdoug wrote on Sep 24, '09
I've read The Mabinogion many times. Rhiannon's legend is one of the mose evocative chapters
I've also read some of Gareth Davies' excellent poetry.
Great post, and to all non-Celts out there, The Mabinogion is well worth a read. http://www.mabinogion.com/

bennett1 wrote on Sep 23, '09
This is so staggering. Thank you. I knew of the Roman and Greek mythologies but nothing of Rhiannon. The art work is beautiful.

ladylimoncello wrote on Sep 23, '09
Beautiful summary of the Mabinogion.

lauritasita wrote on Sep 23, '09
Loretta, this has got to be your best post. It's just wonderful. I was always curious about who Stevie Nicks was singing about ! I never thought to check it out. Thanks so much for the story and all the beautiful artwork, too !

caffeinatedjo wrote on Sep 23, '09
That artwork is spectacular! So was the poem. I was not familiar at all with the subject, so thanks for the lesson.

veryfrank wrote on Sep 23, '09
Jen Delyth's art is fabulous. It is good to know the story of Rhiannon. I had read some cross references to her, when reading about Roman mythology and the worship of Epona.

I enjoyed this very much.

greenwytch wrote on Sep 23, '09
what a gorgeously told story and the artist is amazing! thank you, loretta!

forgetmenot525 wrote on Sep 23, '09
just realised.... none of the pictures enlarge.................oh dear.... sigh.....

forgetmenot525 wrote on Sep 23, '09
Not that I have any bias of course...
that thought never entered my head lol

hedgewitch9 wrote on Sep 23, '09
Absolutely fabulous :)
Not that I have any bias of course....

Ahem

;)

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