Showing posts with label Otherworld. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Otherworld. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 May 2019

Bealtaine and a ‘Gentle’ Tree


Bealtaine and the Mountain Ash is blossoming in the ditches and on the mountains of Ireland. 

Associated with good luck, Caorthann, the Mountain Ash or Rowan was considered to be protection against malevolence and the unwanted attention of the Good People, particularly at Bealtaine.



With it’s white blossom and red berries, both colours associated with the Otherworld, 
the rowan is firmly rooted in Irish folklore & mythology.


Mountain ash boughs were scattered on the threshold of houses on May Eve to deprive the fairies of their power to harm the butter or the baby. 
In Co. Clare boughs were hung over doors and windows to protect the home and bring good luck for the ensuing year.

In many places on May Eve sticks of mountain ash were placed in the four corners of gardens and fields to protect the home and crops and a twig was dropped into the well as a precaution against skimming the luck from the household.


Sprigs of rowan were worked into a charm, best made after sunset on May eve, 
to safeguard the milk from witchcraft and the Good People.


Throughout the year the tree was said to be lucky. 

Red berries were scattered under the cows




And a branch put on the roof with a piece of timber to keep the home safe from storms 
for twelve months.

To ensure people’s health a sprig of mountain ash was placed in the thatch to ward off sickness for a year whilst the berries, boiled with new milk and strained, was drunk as a cure for stomach pain.





On the eves of Samhain and Bealtaine, when Otherworldly forces were abroad, a piece of rowan was carried in a pocket for protection. 
Horses were also vulnerable to the attentions of the Good People who were known to steal them, 
ride them through the night, then return them the next morning lathered and exhausted. 
To counteract this fate a slip of rowan would be tied to their manes.


The tree however also had links to Na Daoine Sidhe and was known as a ‘gentle’ tree.




Sprigs of the tree when twisted into a ring and held to the eye would enable the user to see
the fairies clearly and despite their apparent benevolence certain ‘gentle’ rowan trees were known to be gathering places for the Good People and cutting them had consequences - 




Recent years have seen a rise in the popularity of Ireland’s folk traditions with the making 
of BRIGID’S CROSSES at Imbolg and the decoration of MAY BUSHES at Bealtaine.

Perhaps the Mountain Ash will take it’s place besides the may bush once again.




Mountain Ash cross and spring flowers besides the front door at Bealtaine.

  
'A year in the life of a Rowan Tree'




Sunday, 28 May 2017

Whitethorn ~ on the threshold of the Otherworld.


The month of May sees a procession of whitethorn stretching their long white fingers across the green land. 


They stand in the liminal places, between land and water,


beside sacred wells.



They guard ancient sites,


Oweynagat, “Cave of the Cats”, Co. Roscommon, home of the Morrigan.



Grange Stone Circle, Co. Limerick.


And gathering points where the Good People meet.


Distant whitethorn on the local Fairy Path where the Daoine Sídhe are said to gather. 


They trail across forgotten pathways


The path to Sheean. Link to read more: SHEEAN

and carry healing spells.


The Rag Tree at Killeigh, Co. Offaly. Link to read more: RAG TREE 


Standing between this world and the Otherworld the whitethorn, An Sceach Gheal, ‘bright, shining thorn’, is steeped in folklore and regarded with respect for fear of supernatural retribution. 



Felling a lone thorn brings bad luck and today many farmers continue to work around them.




Injury or even death could also befall anyone who damaged or cut down a lone bush. 
The close relationship between tree and Good People was acknowledged across the island. 



Some thorns were believed to have almost human attributes. 


In Co. Cork it was understood that a stick of whitethorn would have a temper of its’ own if used in anger and elsewhere blood was believed to flow from a lone bush if felled.

The kinship between thorn and Daoine Sídhe was occasionally utilised by people.
In Co. Laois it was once customary to sprinkle sprigs of whitethorn with holy water before planting them in fields in the belief that banishing the connection to the Otherworld would discourage the Good People from taking the crops.



Within old church yards thorns are left in place although they are often pruned 
to reflect Christian symbolism.


This bond was understood to be of service to cattle too.
Farmers would hang the afterbirth of a premature calf on a whitethorn believing that the bush would help it to survive and in some areas a sprig from a fairy thorn was hung in the milk parlour to encourage cows to produce creamier milk. 




The May Bush decorated skeletal remains of whitethorn and ivy.
Link to read more: MAY BUSH 


On May Eve when the bush was decorated there were differing views on the use of whitethorn for this purpose. 

In some areas it was acceptable and in others, using a branch of thorn was considered unlucky.

Throughout the country however, it was believed that bringing blossom into the house would shortly be followed by illness and death.




Whitethorn blossom exudes a scent that many find unpleasant and it has been found that the chemical trimethylamine, which is formed when animal tissues decay, is also present in the blossom. 


Unbaptised infants who had died and were denied internment in consecrated ground, were buried in the ‘sacred space’ beneath lone thorns, especially if they stood within fairy forts.



Lone thorn on Rath Coffey used as an infants' grave.
Link to read more: Cillín



Others mark age-old stopping places from hearth to grave.

Whitethorn standing between farm yard and road. 
It was customary for bearers to rest the coffin at the foot of this bush and local lore states 
that the thorn must not be removed. 



By the end of Lughnasadh the Whitethorn has become the Hawthorn,
limbs laden with red haws. 


And as the year progresses the tree reveals her true nature.


Thorn on the Burren - image © eyeem.


Living an average of 400 years, with some reaching 700, they become twisted and gnarled, claws sharp and fingers bent with age.



Thorns on the Burren coast.


A procession of bent forms reminiscent of hags, ridden by the wind.



'Wind-blown Trees' by Paul Henry.


At Samhain, standing starkly on the threshold of the Otherworld, they guard supernatural paths awaiting transformation.










Monday, 1 May 2017

Bealtaine, Water & Sun~Enchanted Dew.


Bealtaine Eve, Oíche Bealtaine, and the supernatural prevails.

On May Day, the start of summer, especially in the moments before dawn, water was understood 
to possess magical qualities and in rural Ireland the Good People used this medium to meddle in the affairs of humans.

Folk belief was rich in traditions surrounding wells, rivers and dew at this time.



Tobar Geal, Bright / White Well, Co. Galway. 

The first water taken from the well after dawn on May Day, known as Barra-bua an tobair , 
sgaith an tobair, ‘the top of the well’ or ‘the luck of the well’, was collected from the surface using 
a milk-skimmer. 
This water, which brought luck to the household, was used as protection against evil intent and 
was saved for healing. 



Village well, Co. Offaly.

Where a water source was in a village or shared by neighbours there was rivalry 
between households to be the first to skim the well for luck after the sun rose on May Day.


So strong was the belief in Other-worldly forces that precautions were taken to protect the water supply from interference. 


Village pumps were also defended, especially at dawn on May morning and some were chained 
and locked overnight to prevent their use.


People sat guarding the well, salt or holy water was sprinkled around the site or a slip of mountain ash or piece of iron was placed in the water itself. 



Flowers collected on Bealtaine Eve were placed in wells to safeguard water and the health 
and livelihood of the community. Later in the day May flower water could be taken from the well
for use as a cure and as a means of protection.


However, it was not only the Good People who were believed to be abroad at this time. 
Certain individuals who harboured evil intentions would steal well water or dew from fields to appropriate the fertility, luck and prosperity of their neighbours.



The Hag of the Mill - LINK HERE


Those who worked charms were understood to be older women with supernatural powers, gained from invoking 
the devil or associating with the Good People. 
They obtained assistance from the Otherworld by crawling naked on May morning under an arch of briar then bathed naked in dew. 



Water was understood to hold a subtle connection to people and to animals which could be 
utilised by fairy and human alike.


Taking water from three different wells on May morning had the power of stealing the butter yield from the neighbours, whilst water taken from a point where 3 farm boundaries or townlands met, uisce na dtrí teorann, ‘water of three mearings’, was especially potent for use in magical workings and setting charms, so these areas were safeguarded.




Drinking place for cattle on the River Barrow.


Watch was often kept overnight at streams which flowed through farmland as the spots where cattle drank were also vulnerable. 
Strangers or Otherworld beings, who could approach in the form of wild creatures, were warned off with a shout or a blast from a shotgun.




To avert malign influence neither milk nor cow dung was permitted to fall into streams lest the water be used magically. 
Even after milking, hands to be washed elsewhere to avoid drawing unwanted attention to the contaminated water. 

Dew was of great value on the first day of summer.

In some places as much as possible would be gathered before sunrise in order to ensure enough money for the rest of the year.


Washing the face or rolling naked in May dew bestowed beauty as well as giving a resistance 
to sunburn, freckles, chapping and wrinkling of the skin in the following year. 

Dew was collected before sunrise by shaking long grass or herbs into a dish or by placing a clean cloth on the grass and wringing it out when soaked.
The most powerful dew was understood to collect on green corn or wheat.



Dew on May morning was considered most potent and walking barefoot through grass 
ensured healthy feet.


The collected dew was transferred into a clear glass bottle then placed on a window sill to stand in the summer sunshine. 
During this time any dirt settled at the bottom then the liquid was decanted. 
This process was carried out several times as the action of ‘sunbeams’ on the dew itself was considered purifying and increased its’ potency. 
By the end of summer the dew would look ‘whitish’ and could be kept for a year or two as a 
medicine to cure headaches, skin ailments and sore eyes.




Dew was at its’ most potent when used before sunrise on May Day especially when it was employed in the working 
of malevolent magic.
‘Stealing the butter’, increasing your butter yield at others’ expense, was accomplished by gathering dew from a neighbours’ field where their cows grazed whilst repeating a charm.

“Come butter come!
Come butter come!
Every lump as big as my bum!”

***

Today many May Day water customs have long been forgotten but the practice of washing the face in May dew continues.
Where did this reverence for dew originate?

The late folklorist Dáithí Ó hÓgáin wrote of a source of wisdom employed by the druid-poets which describes the action of sun on dew resulting in inspiration. 

imbas gréine, … defined in early literature as ‘bubbles which the sun impregnates on herbs, 
and whoever consumes them gains poet-craft.
This is a reference to dew.”




Ó hÓgáin goes on to say:

“Elsewhere there are highly significant references to druchtu Déa, (dew of a goddess), 
which in early poetic rhetoric was a kenning for the all-important 
ith ocus blicht (‘corn and milk’). ”

The land-goddess is fertilised by the sun, her body produces dew and the corn and milk which are essential for the nourishment for the community. 

As Ó hÓgáin theorised this may be an early understanding of agriculture and the partaking of dew an element in druidic ritual during summer.


At dawn tomorrow, when you wash your face in the dew, beware, 
you may be taking part in a tradition that stretches back further than you imagine.













Sunday, 19 March 2017

Tales from the Cailleach: Tipping the Balance at Equinox.

A short walk today, just as far as the thorn. 
The Equinox sunrise gilded the stones within my mound this morning.



Photo: sunlight at Spring Equinox inside Cairn T  © Clare Tuffy http://www.newgrange.com 


Seed-sprouts rise from the earth, tiny leaves curl on branches.
Still, there is a breath of snow in the air and on these grey days I don’t stray far from the hearth.

The fire awakened, I sit staring into the flames, warmed by memories of SAMHAIN past. 
Since then I have a ready smile for neighbours and laughter in my eyes. 
They do not know the cause but I see them sniffing the air as they pass, sensing sea tang, their faces puzzled by the seaweed fond across my threshold. 

The phone rings, reflections shatter.
Two voices, so like my own, whisper down the line.
“ Tonight, is it?”
I nod my reply.
“Yes, we’ll tip the balance. ”


Later, fire banked, I listen to the house as it sighs and settles into the night.
Once the tale was told of we three Hags who push up new growth from the land at Equinox, it’s almost true that story.
My sister-selves and I labour when light and dark are equal but not beneath the earth.

As shadows deepen, eyes close, breathing slows and I gently slip away.

Needing neither broom nor steed I rise to travel rimed roads. 
Sleep blankets the villages I pass, a quiet night in this world.
Over frost bitten bog and pitch river I gather speed to soar above the rising hill.


Photo © Lynda McCormack 


A feathering of snow flakes as I settle upon Sliabh na Caillíghe, where once we leapt and hurled 
the stones that now bear legends.

Upon my chair I scour the sleeping island with keen eyes.




Photo: Courtesy of © Anthony Murphy http://www.mythicalireland.com 


Yes, the land is ready, ripe for growth. 
I release my howl of greeting high into the darkness.  
A chill blast bearing laughter replies, my sister-self on Gullion. 
A moment later the screech of Bheara answers and we three Hags are ready.
The tipping point approaches.

At the mound, breath hoar frost on stone, I enter black stillness.
In this womb, the air, already laden with the scent of meadowsweet yet to bloom, 
shifts as I trace shapes within the stones. 
Patterns once danced upon the land in rhythm with earth, sea and sky.


We three move as one. 




Goodness in seed, grass and grain.

Sunwise circling.




Goodness in flower, fruit and branch.

Weaving words.




Goodness in grain, nourish our people.


A sudden surge. 

A torrent, the yellow of ripening sun, is birthed across the land. 

The point of balance tipped.

The land awash with vigour once again.




Cailleach at Sliabh na Caillíghe © Jane Brideson.

***

Next morning, I stir the embers back to flame and place the kettle on the stove, my work complete 
till harvest.

Stepping out the sky is washed pale blue and Seán stops the post van by the gate. 

“ Not a bad morning,” he says, “ there’s a feel of spring to the air. ”
Handing over the bills he stays to chat until the kettle sings. 
“ No tea for me today. ” 
Leaving he sniffs and mutters, “ is that the sea ? ”

I look to the sky. 
From the west a cloud formed like a wave rolls across the hills.




Inside two cups sit ready.
Manannán comes.



My first story of The Cailleach at Samhain is here: The Lament of the Old Woman