The Hidden Life Of Trees – by Peter Wohlleben

This book should be mandatory to read for everyone on this planet!

This book popped-up as a reading suggestion on Amazon the other day, as I am always very interested in the natural world around me and love trees in general, I bought it straight away. What a marvelous choice that was.

Finally a book that is written not from a “New Age” perspective, but it as a heart-warming love letter to the Hidden Life Of Trees. Every chapter is full of information, which is backed-up by modern science, research & study.

The focus is not only on the individual tree, but the important ecosystem of the forest. Such a rich academic research and study have gone into this work that keeps everything interesting. Each chapter is builds upon the previous one in a way.

We read about questions like this:

“Do trees communicate?”

“Do trees have a brain?”

“Do trees smell?”

“What is a tree?”

And many more simple but important questions are tackled in this book.

I am very surprised that this few under my radar for so long. I highly recommend this book to anyone!

Fire in the Head – 4

The Song of Wandering Aengus
By William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Fire in the Head – 3

Awen – Part III – Fionn Mac Cumhaill

In this part of my little Awen series well go over the story from Irish legend, the tale of Fionn Mac Cumhaill. He was the greatest leader of the Fianna, the ancient warrior band of old Ireland.
This folktale is another important piece in Celtic mythology that is steeped in druidic lore.

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Fionn was the son of Cumhall, leader of the ancient Fianna, and Muirne, daughter of the Druid Tadg mac Nuadat who lived on the hill of Almu in County Kildare (Ireland).

The Fianna never owned any lands but were famous for their generosity. It was said that they travelled every road of Ireland, visiting every place and knew the entrances to the Otherworld.

Cumhall abducted Muirne after her father refused him her hand, so Tadg appealed to the High King, Conn of the Hundred Battles, who outlawed Cumhall. The Battle of Cnucha was fought between Conn and Cumhall, and Cumhall was killed by Goll mac Morna, who took over leadership of the Fianna.

Muirne was already pregnant; her father rejected her and ordered his people to burn her, but Conn would not allow it and put her under the protection of Fiacal mac Conchinn, whose wife, Bodhmall the Druid, was Cumhall’s sister. In Fiacal’s house Muirne gave birth to a son.

Muirne left the boy in the care of Bodhmall and a fighting woman, Liath Luachra, and they brought him up in secret in the forest of Sliabh Bladma, teaching him the arts of war and hunting.

The young Fionn met the Druid and poet Finn Eces, or Finnegas, near the river Boyne and studied under him. Finnegas had spent seven years trying to catch the Salmon of Knowledge, which lived in a pool on the Boyne and became all-knowing through its diets of hazelnuts from a holy tree: whoever ate the salmon would gain all the knowledge in the world. Eventually the old man caught it and told the boy to cook it for him. While cooking it Fionn burned his thumb, and instinctively put his thumb in his mouth. This imbued him with the salmon’s wisdom, and when Finn Eces saw that he had gained wisdom, he gave young Fionn the whole salmon to eat. Fionn then knew how to gain revenge against Goll, and in subsequent stories was able to call on the knowledge of the salmon by putting his thumb to the tooth that had first tasted the salmon.

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Like in the Welch tale of Taliesin, both boys burn they thump on the Awen and gain instant knowledge.

Fire in the Head – 2

Awen – Part II – Taliesin

Let us take a closer look into some Celtic mythology for references to the Awen. We will find two main tales, one is the Welch tale of Taliesin, the other its Irish counterpart – the story of Fionn Mac Cumhaill.
In this second part of this little Awen series I will go over the story of Taliesin first.

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Ceridwen was a well-known enchantress, sorceress in Welch legends. Her husband was Tegid Foel (“Tacitus the Bald”). Together they lived near Lake Bala (Llyn Tegid) in north Wales.
Ceridwen is the mother of two children, an extremely beautiful daughter named Creirwy and a son of a totally opposite character to her, Morfran, who was since birth portrait as hideousness and ugly.

No magic that Ceridwen tried could cure Morfran, nor give him any comfort or wisdom. One day though, she gathered her cauldron to make a potion to make him both handsome and wise. The mixture had to be boiled for a year and a day, which is a very long and deliberate task and magic.

To help her Ceridwen employed the help of two servants, Morda, a blind man, who tend to the fire beneath the cauldron, and a young boy, Gwion Bach, to stir the brew from time to time as well as not letting the concoction to boil over. Ceridwen knew that only the first three drops of the brew were effective when finished, while the rest would turn poisonous.

The time of the one year and one day approached and young Gwion accidently let the brew boil over the rim of the cauldron and the first three drops landed on his thump. Gwion immediately put his scorched thump into his mouth to stem the pain and burning. He received instantly, like a bolt of lightning, the wisdom and knowledge of Awen, which had been brewing in the cauldron.

Obviously Ceridwen wasn’t very happy when she found out about what had happened. Gwion ran away, terrified of Ceridwen’s temper, and turned himself into a rabbit; but Ceridwen followed and transformed herself into a dog. The boy changed himself into a fish and jumped into the river, swiftly followed by the otter formerly known as, Ceridwen. Gwion changed from fish to bird and Ceridwen turned her otter self into a hawk and continued the chase. Finally, the bird became a grain of corn; the hawk became a hen – and swallowed him up.

After that chase, when Ceridwen finally returned to her normal self, she discovered that she was pregnant and knew instantly that the baby she carried was Gwion. In anger Ceridwen planned to kill him as soon as he was born, but the baby was far too beautiful when he was born. His eye brows where radiating with light and wisdom.

She just eventually put him into a large leather bag and cast him into the sea. The bag was found in the nets of a fisher of the annual salmon catch on the Dovey River. Not knowing what to do which the leader bag he handed it over to his patron Prince Elffin.

On opening the bag, Elffin discovered the baby boy – Gwion, who had been reborn as Taliesin. This foundling was something of a child prodigy, because no sooner had poor Elffin placed the baby in front of him on his saddle than Taliesin, (which means ‘radiant brow’), started first speaking, then reciting, poetry and then making predictions about how Elffin would now defeat all his enemies. How could he do otherwise now he had Taliesin’s help?
Elffin’s luck changed from that moment and Taliesin, through his poems and his prophecy, became the most famous bard in Britain, inspiring the Celtic warriors against their Saxon invaders.

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This are pretty much the bare-bones of the Tale of Taliesin and the inspiration of the Awen which transformed him into the Greatest Bard of Britain.

I would highly recommend the book ‘from the Cauldron Born‘ – by Kristoffer Hughes, which delves deeply into this subject and de-codes its hidden mysteries and many secrets. A truly fascinating read!

 

Fire in the Head

Awen – Part I – Basic Introduction

The word Awen comes from the Welch (Cornish and Breton), one surviving Celtic language amongst Irish, Gealic, Scottish, Manx, Cornish. Depending what Welch dictionary, one consults the English translation is “(poetic) inspiration”, “flowing (spirit)”, “fluid “or “muse”.

The Awen symbol emerged in the Druid revival (from the 18th century) and is attributed to Iolo Morganwg. Most often called in Druidry “the Three Rays of Light”.

In modern Druidry there is a whole bunch interpretation of this symbol. Most often referred as the Triad of the Sunrises, the point at which the sun rises on the two Equinoxes and the Summer Solstice.
Yet many modern Druid Orders like to see those Three Rays as the tree Druid Grades of Bard, Ovate and Druid. Or the triple aspect of the Goddess (Maiden, Mother & Crown).

“The quest for Awen is a quest for the spirit of Druidry itself, and, as such, it brings together many paths.” (#1)

To find your Awen is truly a noble quest. This Spirit of flowing inspiration. We need find it everywhere along our path. As a Bard it becomes our muse, our essence, our creative inspiration that we put into words or songs, or draw on a canvas, the journey of our stories. While as an Ovate, this fluid inspiration becomes our guides and inspiration in the divination arts, and the magical works, as well as in the healing arts. The love of learning the high mysteries of nature, herb and plant lore is another aspect of the Ovate and the influence of Awen. As Druids the Awen sparks our philosophy and understanding, our love of studies and the joy of ceremony.

Not finding our Awen is something like the typical “Writers Block”, the stagnation of ideas.
#1 – http://www.druidry.co.uk/what-is-druidry/awen-the-holy-spirit-of-druidry/

Lughnasadh / Lughnasa / Lammas

Lughnasadh marked the first of the festival of the harvest season, followed by the Mabon (the Autumn Equinox) and end’s with Samhain (Halloween).

Lammas is the time of fresh root vegetables from the gardens, wheat, oat, barley and corn from the fields. Mabon is full of fruits and berries, while Samhain fills nuts and fruits into our basket’s.

Lammas is the celebration of this first, Grain Harvest, a time for gathering in and giving thanks for abundance.

In our stories Lugh, the Sun god aspect, transform’s into the legend of John Barleycorn, who is cut down every year doing this celebrations to bring life and abundance to the next year’s harvest.

Another famous folk costume is obviously the Lammas Loaf, as well as the Corn Dolly.

The first sheaf would often be ceremonially cut at dawn, winnowed, ground and baked into the Harvest Bread which was then shared by the community in thanks.

The last sheaf was also ceremonially cut, often made into a ‘corn dolly’, carried to the village with festivity and was central to the Harvest Supper

Blessings of the harvest season and celebration’s

Lugh – part 1

Before I will make a post about the old Celtic festival of Lughnasadh, one on the harvest festivals on the Wheel of the Year, lets us look first at the character that this celebration is named from.

Lugh or Lug is an important for within the Irish mythology. Lleu Llaw Gyffes (“The Bright One with the Strong Hand”) is the Welch counterpart of the Irish Lugh.

Lugh is a member of the Tuatha Dé Danann (usually translated as “people (s) / tribe(s) of the goddess Dana or Danu” also know by the much earlier name Tuatha Dé (“tribe of the gods”)).

He is very often associated with skill, crazy or craftsmanship, the arts, oath, truth and also the law. His portrayal is usually of a youthful warrior hero or king. Lugh is also knows as a Sun god, a Storm god, or even a Sky god. Lughnasadh obviously draws of this Sun God aspects..