Wednesday 23 February 2011

The Ocean

I had a couple of hours free to myself today and felt compelled to visit the ocean.

Yes I know it's February, and it is pouring with rain, but I had to go.

The pebbly beach and ocean is a 5 minute drive from me, so wrapped up against the elements I set off.

I walked along the shore line for some time, the tide was out so there were actually small patches of sand in amongst the pebbles and shells.   I found a few hag stones and a lovely piece of driftwood.  The pebbles on our beach are in shades of brown and orange, interspersed with lots of shells and lots of seaweed!

The beach wasn't as deserted as I expected it to be, there were a few dog walkers and a few joggers braving the lashing rain.

After I had walked for some time I made my way back and purchased a lovely steaming cup of latte from the little stand that sits on the edge of the road.  I didn't think it would be open at this time of the year but was thankful that it was.

I took my coffee and went and stood right down at the edge of the shore, standing quietly drinking and contemplating, listening to the waves crash in and out and the rain lashing down.  It was glorious!  I could have stayed there all day.  

I have always been wary of the ocean, I believe that the power of it is very underestimated and disrespected.  But, in the last couple of years I have found a greater and greater connection to it.  It is powerful, it can be destructive but it also holds life within it, it invokes strong emotions and renewal.

Standing there with the rain washing over me, the sound of the waves working their magick too - I came away from there (reluctantly) with a feeling of inner peace, of being refreshed and alive.

Mother nature is truly amazing.

Tansy
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Tuesday 22 February 2011

The Wolf Totem

Whilst in meditation the other evening I was compelled to ask the question "is there another animal totem for me for the next part of my journey?"

Out of the trees came the most beautiful silver grey she wolf with piercing blue eyes.

She has joined my total wild boar and been with me every day since.

Native American and Celtic custom regard Wolf as the way of find the deepest levels of self, of inner knowing and intuition. This is symbolized by the image of the wolf howling at the moon. Native Americans have long regarded wolves as teachers or pathfinders. In astrology, Wolf is represented by the Dog, Sirius, thought by many aboriginal tribes to be the home of the Ancients.

On a deeper level our emotions toward Wolf reflect our muddled feelings of ourselves as humans. Although we consider ourselves ‘civilized’ we are still animals with our own wild spirit. Wolf reminds us of this, often uneasily.

The wolf, is a symbol of the night. This time can seem lonesome and scary to us. But it is also the time when through dreams, we may discover valuable things about ourselves. This is a lonely path. To truly come to understand yourself, you must be alone, undeterred by the beliefs, judgements and views of others. The wolf teaches us to learn about our inner self and to discover our inner power and strength. However, to achieve this, we must take risks and face our deepest fears. Wolf requires sincerity. Though demanding a lot of us, much is given in return; a spirit helper that is always there to help, giving us extraordinary powers of endurance. Learn to hear the voice within yourself, which in silence is as clear as the sound of the wolf howling in the night.

Wolf is also an extremely gregarious animal, enjoying the company of others. Wolves mate for life. The clan has a solid social structure, in which all adults participate in the upbringing of the young. Wolves are fiercely loyal to their mates, with a strong sense of family whilst upholding individualism. Though their clans are highly organised, they are truly free spirits. They seem to go out of their way to avoid a fight. A shift in posture, a growl, or a glance gets the point across quite readily without violence. We are reminded not to waste resources and to learn how to avoid trouble and confrontations. People with Wolf as power animal have the ability to make quick and firm emotional attachments. Trust your insights about these attachments, wolf will be there to guide you. Take control of your life with Wolf’s assistance and do so with harmony and discipline.

We can truly use wolf as an example in our lives. We can understand that there doesn't need to be a hard separation between the solitary and social paths. Wolf teaches you to balance between the needs your family has of you and the needs you have for yourself. Wolves are totally loyal to the pack but do not give up their identity to the pack. If wolf has come into your life you are must look at where you are being too dependent and where you may be too independent.

Wolfs qualities, his medicine, are the ability to learn new ideas and then teach them to others. Wolf is thought to be an independent explorer coming back to his pack to teach what he has discovered. We too in exploring the hidden paths of consciousness, may come across new truths to share with the rest of our clan, human beings. Wolf brings faithfulness, inner strength and intuition when he enters our lives, and also teaches us to live with ourselves.

If Wolf finds you, this may be an indication that you are a great teacher or thinker. Or if this is not so, perhaps you need to ponder whether there may be something you need to expand your mind about. Be receptive to new concepts/ideas. By doing so you can gain more wisdom. To increase your Wolf power, you can utilise your newly integrated wisdom and also share it with others. Wisdom is gained through experience, by walking the path. Another way to put it - practise what you preach.

When a lone wolf is spotted in the wilderness it embodies freedom. When seen in a pack it embodies a feel of community. If wolf appears to you alone or in a pack it is asking you to do the same within your own life.

Wolf's medicine includes death and rebirth, facing death with dignity and courage, Spirit teaching, guidance in dreams and meditations, instinct linked with intelligence, social and family values, steadfastness, skill in protection of self and family, outwitting enemies, ability to pass unseen, taking advantage of change.

Tansy
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Source: shamanicjourney

Sunday 20 February 2011

Bog Wood

Yesterday I was gifted a piece of bog wood as a pendant by a very dear friend, it is beautiful.  I have to admit I wasn’t sure what bog wood was so:-

Bog Oak, also known as morta is the preserved remains of a native tree that would have been growing around 400 years before Stone Henge was built. It would have grown in a pollution-free atmosphere, with no artifical fertilisers or pesticides and it would have provided food and shelter for many hundreds of early life-forms.

These great oaks grew between the lakes and swamps of the Neolithic wetlands.  Trees and branches that fell in the lakes were preserved for all times in the anaerobic conditions, in peat bogs.

During the natural preservation process, most of the features of the timber remain intact. Growth rings are clear, as is the texture of the bark and the pattern of the woodgrain.

The timber itself has a very deep colour – almost black which in places takes on rich red, brown and orange hues reflecting the mineral content of the ground it has rested in for the past 5,000 years. 

The bog wood represents the early stages in the fossilisation of wood, with further stages ultimately forming lignite and coal over a period of millions of years.

Tansy
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Monday 14 February 2011

Aine - Celtic Goddess

Those of you that know me will also know that my matron Goddess is The Cailleach.  But she is starting to fade for me at this time of the year as she always does, as she is a Winter Goddess.  She is still there but very faint.  I spoke with her last night and she suggested I work with another Goddess through the summer months, the name she provided to me was Aine.  

I had heard of Aine, but didn't know a huge amount about her.  On researching I realised that, as usual The Cailleach had guided me well.  So many things about Aine seemed to fit, I am very much looking forward to this part of my journey with her.

One of the most beautiful, feminine, and powerful Celtic goddesses was the goddess of love, light, and fertility Aine. She is one of the many goddesses that the Christian monks sought to do away with, mostly because of her many relations with men. Because of this Aine is not heard much of in the bardic literature, but she is still very prominent in the folk-lore of the neighborhood. She is known in some parts of Ireland as the Fairy Queen of Munster.

Aine's name comes from the word 'an', meaning bright'. She is considered one of the sdhe (pronounced shee) and more formally known as the Leanan Sidhe (Sweetheart of the Sidhe). She is also called Ain Cli, Ain Cliach, Ain of the light, Aine N'Chliar, and Ain Cliar, the Bright. Her name has been pronounced as [awn-ya], [aw-nu] and [aw-nay].

Her home is in the hills of Cnoc Aine near an enchanted lake. In County Limerick there is a stone circle dedicated to her called The Grange'. She is often linked with Anu, Danu, Brigid and the Morrigan. It is also possible that Aine and another goddess, Grainne, alternated positions for the waning and waxing solar year, changing places at the solstices.

As is often the case with gods and goddesses, Aine is the subject of some controversy regarding her lineage. Some believe she was the daughter of King Egobagal. Some believe that she was in fact the daughter of the dark sea god, Manannan Mac Lir. The most common theories are that she is the foster-daughter of Egobagal, king of the Tuatha de Danann, and the daughter of Manannan. Aine's sister was Finnen or Fenne or Fennel, named the same as the sacred herb which wards off evil spirits, bestows strength, courage, and prolongs life. She also had another sister named Miluchrach.

Aine rules agriculture, fertility, crops, and cattle. She is in several tales strongly associated with the Yew tree which shows her as a Goddess of Life and Death. In the Ogham, the Yew is said to be tied to her and her aspects. She is also associated with one of the sacred herbs of Druids, meadow-sweet.

Like many goddesses, Aine had different aspects to her personality and was associated with several different things. She was connected to both the sun and the moon at different times in her life though now she is known primarily as a moon deity from her connection to the Faefolk. It is said that she even sometimes took animal form, as a red mare (Lair Derg) that no one could outrun, in order to walk among her people.

Aine can be seen in a triple aspect by the powers attributed to her. Firstly, as the Maiden, in her ability to reward her devotees with the gift of poetry or with unfortunate madness. There was a stone, Cathair Aine that belonged to her and if anyone sat on the stone, depending on whether they had offended her or not, they could be in danger of losing their wits, sit there three times and they would lose them forever. Aine was very revengeful, and it was not a safe thing to offend her. Also, it was said that all the mad dogs in Ireland would congregate around this stone. It is not hard with her connection with poetry and hounds to see her Maiden aspects to be those of the Goddess Bride, who in the form of a Maiden was the muse of poetry and had the name Cu Gorm (grey hound).

Next, as a Mother deity Aine is associated with lakes and wells with great powers of healing. Tobar-Na-Aine (Well of Aine) was credited with life-restoring powers. Also, in the Irish legends we find in her son Earl an archetype of Lancelot in the later Arthurian legends, while Aine Herself is the Lady of the Lake.

In all her aspects it is clearly shown that Aine was no deity to offend, for in spite of all her beneficent attributes, if crossed she could have coined the phrase "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". There are many tales of her revenge and her infinite patience in its pursuit.

The attribute of Aine which made her a great enemy of the early Church was undoubtedly her sexuality. If ever a Goddess was depicted as the Arch Rival of the institute of matrimony then it was surely Aine, whose promiscuity and freedom of spirit could not be encompassed by man, thus a threat to the self denial of chastity of these womanless monks.

Finally, in her third aspect of the dark Goddess, she has the ability to appear to mortal men as a woman of great beauty known as the leannan sdhe, which means "Fairy Lover". In this form her chosen subject would be totally spellbound into what could only be described as a fatal attraction, as the outcome was almost certain to result in the death of the chosen one.

There are many stories associated with Aine and her various escapades. Aine liked humans and often mated with men, producing faery children. She possesses a magical ring that can reveal faeries. In the tale Cath Maige Mucrama (Battle of Mag Mucrama), her father was Egabal, whom Ailill Aulomm (son of Egan Mr) killed. Ailill then abused her, and she conceived Egan. Eogan later became the king of Munster, and was the founder of the famous dynasty - the Eganacht. She used her magick to kill Aillil Olom, the King of Munster, after he committed his offense against her.

In one story she was offended by an Irish High King whereupon she caused a great battle to ensue in which he was killed. It was said that at his death her mocking laughter could be heard over the din of battle. Many believe that the goddess actually married one of her human lovers Gerald, the Earl of Desmond. However, there is much disagreement about how the marriage came about. One says Gerald came across her bathing in a river and fell in love with her at first site. He stole her cloak and refused to return it until she agreed to marry him. In another version he found Aine combing her hair beside the river, and used her own cloak to capture her.

In yet another version, Aine enchanted the Earl, who then married her. In any case, they had a son, Geroid Iarla, Earl Fitzgerald, who was called The Magician (some theorize that this might be Merlin). Gerald who was under a taboo to never show that he was surprised by anything their son did, but he broke his taboo by exclaiming loudly when Geroid jumped in and out of a bottle. The Magician then turned into a wild goose, and flew away. Disgusted with her human husband, Aine disappeared into Knock Aine. Geroid is said to live beneath a lake, but will return one day to expel all foreigners from Ireland. Others say that Geroid rides forth every seven years, as a phantom upon a spectral white horse that is shod in silver shoes. Many of the aristocratic families of Munster claimed descent from this union.

At the bidding of her son, Earl Geroid, she planted all Knockainey with Pease in a single night. She was, and is, worshipped on Midsummer Eve. Those who honour her carry torches of hay and straw, tied on poles and lighted, round her hill at night. Afterwards they dispersed themselves among their cultivated fields and pastures, waving the torches over the crops and the cattle to bring luck and increase for the following year. Wisps of straw are burned in her honour on St. John's Eve.

She once made a magickal vow to never sleep with a gray-haired man. Aine kept this vow even after her jealous sister Miluchrach used enchantment to turn her beloved Fionnis hair that color. She escaped the trap by plucking the hair out of Fionnis' hair before sleeping with him. Breaking an oath, especially when Aine is involved, can get you into a whole lot of trouble. Aine is a great protector of women and especially her devotees. When called upon for their behalf, Aine is a force to be reckoned with. Do not anger her if it can be avoided.

Invoke Aine for love spells, fertility, faery magick, abundance, prosperity, punishing love crimes, keeping magickal vows, revealing faeries, bearing magickal children, and leaving unsuitable mates. The Sun and Moon are her planets, South West is her direction, and Air is her element. The red mare, rabbit, and swan are her sacred animals. The first Friday, Saturday, and Sunday after Lughnassagh are also her sacred days.

Tansy
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Images: Jessica Galbreth & Caroline Evans
Sourced from various sites on the net including helium.com & shee-eire.com

Friday 11 February 2011

This path alone...

Now I don't write poetry, never have.  But, as I was going off to sleep last night the first two lines of the poem below popped into my head.  I sat up, grabbed my mobile and typed the words into the notes to keep for the morning so I wouldn't forget it. 

A couple of minutes later the next two lines popped into my head, up again to put the notes into my phone. 

This happened several times over until I sat up properly and wrote the whole thing!  So here it is...





I thought to walk this path alone
The journey was to be my own
Each winding twist and turn
Is there for me to learn

Along the way I have found
Good friendships that are bound
With loyalty, support and love
That go way above

The expectations that I had
Although some have turned out sad
Some friendships are not meant to be
But those that last have stayed with me

Lessons learned to set me free
The bigger picture now for me
To walk this path not as one
Until this lifetime journey is done
But then on further still

In this lifetime and the next
For my life, my love
And my friends I am truly blessed



Tansy
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Tuesday 8 February 2011

Manannán mac Lír

I have long known the name of Mananna mac Lir, but have seen his name a few times recently, so was inspired to research him:-

Irish god of the sea, ruler of the Otherworld, and keeper of the magic tools the the Tuatha Dé Danann. His Welsh counterpart is Manawyddan fab Llyr.

"Sea-horses glisten in summer
As far as Bran has stretched his glance:
Rivers pour forth a stream of honey
In the land of Manannán son of Lír."
--"The Voyage of Bran"--

No one has successfully come up with an etymology for the name "Manannán" but only that it means "Him from the Isle of Man." Either the god is named for the Isle of Man, or vice versa. However, his surname of "mac Lir" indicates that he is the Son of the Sea (or of Ler, god of the sea).

Manannán is a lord of the Otherworld, residing at Emhain Abhlach, the Plain of Apples, a paradise. Here, he raises Lugh Lamhfada in fosterage, and brings Cormac Mac Airt in order to give him the cup of sovereignty over all Ireland.

Manannán has a spear named Crann Buide. He also has a magic crane bag, which is bottomless, containing the following items: the shirt, knife and house of Manannán; the smith's hook and belt of Goibniu; the shears of the king of Scotland; the helmet of the king of Lochlann (probably Scandinavia); a belt of fish-skin and the bones of the pig of Asal. There is also his flying ship named Scuabtuinne ("the Sweeper of the Waves"); a sword named Fragarach ("The Answerer"), and a horse named Aonbharr ("One Mane").

His wife is Fand, who fell in love with Cuchulainn, which lead to Manannán shaking his cloak of forgetfulness between them. His first daughter is Niamh of the Golden Hair, who brought Oisin to Tir na nOg; his second is named Cliodna, and a later son named Mongan. He is also credited with two more daughters Aife, Aine, and a son Ilbreac. When the Tuatha Dé Danann were driven underground by the Milesians, it was Manannán who divided up the underworld into specific regions for them. The reason is that Manannán is not one of the Tuatha Dé Danann, but seems to have existed before them, and rarely visits Ireland itself, but lives instead on his own plane, or is associated with the Isle of Man. It is possible that he was an indigenous god who was incorporated into the pantheon.

It is Manannán who rules over the Blessed Isles of the Otherworld--Tír na mBean (the land of women), Tìr fo Thonn (the land beneath the wave), Tìr Tairnigir (the land of promise), Tír na nOg (the land of youth), Magh Mell (an afterlive paradise), and Emhain Abhlach. It was he who led Bran mac Febral on his voyage; he is described as riding a chariot on the waves as a man would ride a chariot over grass.

The Book of Invasions says that there were two Manannáns: the son of Ler, and "Orbsen [son of Elloth (Allot) which] was the name of Manannán at first, and from him is named Loch Orbsen in Connachta. When Manannán was being buried, it is then the lake burst over the land, {through the burial}." He's attributed one son named Galia. What is worth noting is that when this second Manannán is buried, his grave bursts into a lake, betraying his true nature as a sea deity. Later historians try to make him a sea trader.

The waves are called Manannán's horses, which brings up an interesting point first, that his Welsh counterpart Manawyddan fab Llyr becomes the husband of the horse goddess Rhiannon, and second, that the linking of horse and sea are also seen in Greek mythology, with the creation of the horse attributed to Posedion.

His symbol is the triskelion of Man, the three legs in a sunwheel, representing the legs of Manannan as he strides across the waves.

Tansy
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Source: maryjones.us

More information:
shee-eire website
Manannan Temple website

Thursday 3 February 2011

Patience

Patience is a virtue...

Quite possibly, but it's not one of mine!

I have got better over the years, I have learnt to be more patient and it is something I have specifically worked on.

My thoughts today, the bizarre, random kind that pop into my head from time to time are about patience and where patience ends or should end.

When does being patient turn into being put upon, or walked over?

You can be patient with a friend, be patient with her/his moods, actions and behaviour, especially if they are going through a tough time.  But at what point to you say to yourself - you know I have had enough of being patient with them, now it is just plain bad behaviour on their part?

You can be patient waiting for something to be done or sent by someone.  Something that it is their job or duty to do.   They might be busy, they might have other things going on, and you are patient waiting for it to be done, but at what point does it go beyond being patient and fair waiting on them to do it or send it and turn into inefficiency or just plain bad service?

The dictionary defines patience as:

1. the quality of being patient, as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like.
2. an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay
 
They do say that those who shout loudest get attention first.   If you have a complaint, if you want something done and it doesn't happen straight away, a patient person waits...others may shout and make themselves heard until they get what they want.  The patient person may still be waiting...is that fair? 
 
I don't have any clear cut and dry answers to my ponderings today, they are just that ... ponderings.
 
I shall continue to work on my patience, usually it works out to be less stressful.  But, I may watch out for those areas where I feel I am being overlooked or being treated unfairly because of the virtuous patience!
 
Seek patience
and passion
in equal amounts.
 
Patience alone
will not build the temple.
 
Passion alone
will destroy its walls.
 
~ Maya Angelou ~
 
Tansy
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