Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Sleep Well





Sleep weel, my bairnie, sleep.
The lang, lang shadows creep,
The fairies play on the munelicht brae
An' the stars are on the deep.

The auld wife sits her lane
Ayont the cauld hearth-stane,
An' the win' comes doon wi' an eerie croon
To hush my bonny wean.

The bogie man's awa',
The dancers rise an fa'
An' the howlet's cry frae the bour-tree high
Comes through the mossy shaw.

Sleep weel, my bairnie, sleep.
The lang, lang shadows creep,
The fairies play on the munelicht brae
An' the stars are on the deep.

Meaning of unusual words:
bairnie=child
munelicht brae=moonlit hillside
her lane=alone
Ayont=beyond
croon=wailing song
bogie man=ghost
howlet=owl
bour-tree=elder tree
shaw=flat ground at the foot of a hill

by Murdoch Maclean.





In the days when children did not have their own bedroom, parents were far more likely to talk to their children to encourage them to get to sleep, as in this poem.

Monday, August 8, 2011

The Celtic Christian Tradition


If you do Facebook, friends, I have a nice group there called The Celtic Christian Tradition. Please visit and join in the conversation?
http://www.facebook.com/CelticChristianTradition?ref=ts

THE SHEPHERD’S TREE


Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
Like to a warrior’s destiny, I love
To stretch me often on thy shadowed sward,
And hear the laugh of summer leaves above;
Or on thy buttressed roots to sit, and lean
In careless attitude, and there reflect
On times and deeds and darings that have been -
Old castaways, now swallowed in neglect,
While thou art towering in thy strength of heart,
Stirring the soul to vain imaginings
In which life’s sordid being hath no part.
The wind of that eternal ditty sings
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some fragment of itself behind.




John Clare, the nineteenth-century Northamptonshire poet, mirrored Robert Burns in his deep love of nature.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

An Irish Wedding Blessing



You are the star of each night,
You are the brightness of every morning,
You are the story of each guest,
You are the report of every land.
No evil shall befall you, on hill nor bank,
In field or valley, on mountain or in glen.
Neither above, nor below, neither in sea,
Nor on shore, in skies above,
Nor in the depths.
You are the kernel of my heart,
You are the face of my sun,
You are the harp of my music,
You are the crown of my company

Jim and I are nearing our 31st wedding anniversary, how can it be the time has passed so quickly?

celtic tune - Arjuna (harp, celtic flute) and Shakya (cello)



This is so restful and beautifully executed. I love this gentle Celtic music. The video was taken next to the artificial lake Oleftalsperre in the Eifel, Germany. It looks so like the landscape here in Western, NY!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Deep peace of the running wave to you



Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace deep peace
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you
Deep peace of the wandering wind to you
Deep peace of the flock of stars to you
Deep peace deep peace
Deep peace of the eastern wind to you
Deep peace of the westeren wind to you
Deep peace of the northern wind to you
Blue wind of the south to you
Pure red of the whirling flame to you
Pure white of the silver moon to you
Pure green of the emerald grass to you
Deep peace deep peace

Friday, August 5, 2011

Mare-Stane


(Johann Heinrich Füssli 1741–1825)


The belief that the nightmare was caused by a wicked hag or ogress named "Mara" crushing or trampling on a person during sleep was common among the Teutonic races, and is only recently extinct in Scotland,—if indeed it really be so. The Mara was also in the habit of taking horses out of their stables during the night and riding them about; and horses so ridden were found in the morning with tangled manes and bodies dripping with sweat. A "self-holed" stone, or naturally perforated pebble, known as a “hag-stone“ in England and as a “mare-stane” in Scotland, hung about the bed or in the stable was sufficient to keep the Mara at a distance.

Pennant mentions his having been told by a farmer at Pentonlins, Dumfriesshire, “that a pebble naturally perforated was an infallible cure, hung over a horse that was hag-ridden, or troubled with nocturnal sweats.” The same custom was followed in Nithsdale in 1766. In Angus the stone was one such as is “often found by the sea-side or on the banks of a river, with one or more natural holes in it.” There is no specimen of a mare-stane, so called, in the National Museum, such as has been used to protect horses from being mare-ridden, but there is a naturally perforated pebble of greenstone which was hung up in a byre at Cumbernauld, Dumbartonshire, to protect the cattle from witchcraft.

(Johann Heinrich Füssli 1741–1825)



A small pebble of greenish sandstone, with two perforations, and with the name William H Scott scratched on one face, found in the ruins of an old cow-byre in Dumfriesshire, is also in the National Museum.

In the Ynglinga Saga is an account of King Yanland, who was bewitched by a Finnish sorceress (seidkonu) named Hulda, who caused him to be trampled to death by a “mara.” Three “mare-stanes” formerly used at Marykirk, near Montrose, were exhibited at a meeting of the Anthropological Institute, in June 1877, and described as follows:-

“One of the stones has two human teeth inserted and fixed in the natural holes in the stone. It was known to have been seventy years in one house, and was given to Mr A—, of Marykirk, by an old lady. She had used it to ward off bad dreams.




“The other two are thus described by the person who procured them:— ‘Mare-Stanes were very common in this district (Marykirk), and many are used yet, but those who are in possession of them do not like to own it. They are still common in the fishing villages along our coast. “‘The old grandfather of Mrs N. sometimes comes to Marykirk on a visit, brings his mare-stane in his pouch, and hangs it in his bed. He comes from Stonehaven, and is an old fisherman.

“‘Sandy M.’s wife, while she stayed at B., always kept the mare-stane in the bed; and a Mrs G., of Edinburgh, a lady who came to B., many years, always liked that stone in her bed.

“Old Susan S. assures me that when the females of a house had all the work, and were ‘stinted’ to do a given amount of work at the spinning-wheel before they got any supper, and so much before they went to bed, they were very liable to take the ‘mare’ (i.e., nightmare) owing to anxiety connected with their stints, and the ‘stane’ was a regular preventative. Married ladies, she says, when in an interesting condition, were very particular in having the mare-stane in the proper place, and she has known ‘stanes’ hung in byres, behind cows expected to calve, to ensure safety.”

A “mare-stane” now in the Museum was obtained a few years ago by Sergeant M’Millan of the Wigtownshire Constabulary, who found it in actual use at Gordieston Mill, Dalry, Galloway. It is a small naturally-perforated concretion of flint, and was kept hung within the bed for the purpose of keeping away the nightmare and evil dreams. A second “ mare-stane” found in use in Penninghame Parish was, after a good deal of persuasion, secured by Sergeant M’Millan for a number of jubilee coins. In a letter to me Sergeant

M’Millan says, the old woman in whose possession it then was, stated that her mother, her grandmother, and herself kept it hanging at the bed head “for luck.” The day after the stone was sold, its late owner walked a distance of six miles to the sergeant’s house to get it back again, stating that “she had not got one single wink of sleep the previous night, and that she could account for it in no other way than by the fact of her having parted with the charm. Being assured that she should have it returned to her, she set off on her six mile journey home, and no doubt she has the charm doing duty in her bed at the present day.”

http://www.electricscotland.com/history/articles/charms4.htm


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