Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Meeting the Othercrowd in a Scented Land.

St. John’s Eve had not long passed, the air on the Slieve Aughty mountains was warm and along the way the foxgloves bloomed, a portent of what was to come.


Foxglove, Lus Mór, has long been associated with the Good People.
Also known as fairy thimbles, fairy gloves and witches’ bells they were considered 
unlucky to bring indoors.




A ritual involving foxglove was utilised by parents whose child had suffered a ‘fairy stroke’ 
and was thought to be a changeling. 
Three drops of foxglove were put in each ear and on the tongue of the infant before placing it on a shovel at the house door. 
The door was swung open three times whilst saying “ if you’re a fairy away with you.” 
If it was a changeling the child would die, if not the infant would recover.




St. John’s Eve was believed to be the best time to collect foxgloves but unless you were being paid 
to cut the flowers, great care had to be taken not to cross the Good People. 
One story tells that a woman was stopped from collecting them by a voice which called  
“ Don’t cut that if you’re not paid, or you’ll be sorry.”

Soon I was back on the Burren, truly a fertile rock at this time of year. 



The Land of the Fertile Rock - link to previous post HERE



I was greeted by mossy islands. 



 And miniature landscapes.



A green swathe around St. Fachtnan’s well.



Clear water pooled & a creature swam within, too fast to capture.



New offerings had been left, a tribute to Brigid.



From limestone crevices ferns unfurled.



 And orchids bloomed.

My destination lay hidden in peaceful hollow, a scented land.





Founded 40 years ago, The Burren Perfumery is a self-sufficient island 
where limestone walks lead to sensual delights. 




Over 700 species of flowering plants flourish on the Burren and the perfumes, soaps and creams created here are fragranced by indigenous plants. 







Leaving buildings and visitors behind I entered the herb garden, built on the site of the original 
old farmhouse garden of 1800’s.





A path, leading deeper into dappled green 




brought me to a secluded nook, a wilder place where foxgloves flourished.




Breathing deeply, eyes closed, I sat on old stone and cast my mind adrift.



It was in that silence I heard Them.
Quiet laughter at my side, a quiver in the leaves close by. 

I held my breath, all senses keen, 


but only the bowing foxgloves betrayed the passing of the Othercrowd.

***


To discover more about The Burren Perfumery please visit their website - HERE

Take a brief tour of the perfumery, the tea rooms and the grounds -













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, 24 July 2016

Lughnasa, loughs and a last salute to Summer.


Lughnasa was often associated with great assemblies, bonfires on hilltops and dancing 
at the cross roads but it was also a time when water possessed special qualities.


In rural Ireland the largest celebration of the year was at the start of the harvest season when the weather was warm and the first wild fruits were ripe. 


People gathered to celebrate, often at the Fair, before the hard work of harvesting began.

The Christian festival, Lammas, was usually celebrated on the first Sunday of August and in Ireland
it was known by many names, reflecting the rich folk traditions. 
On lakeshores, particularly in the midlands, people came together to celebrate ‘Lough Sunday’ 
which was usually held on the first Sunday of August.


Lough Owel, Co. Westmeath, famous for Lough Sunday gatherings.

The swimming of horses and cattle took place to ensure the health of the animals and it was also an opportunity for people to exchange news, settle marriage contracts, celebrate and to watch the 
horse-swimming contests. 


The most well-known contest was at Lough Owel where large crowds gathered as young men 
on horseback engaged in dangerous water races. 

At Lough Keeran, a small pool known locally as a blessed well, horses were brought to the water 
to swim in order to protect them against ‘incidental evils’ in the coming months
The tradition included submerging spancels and halters as an added safeguard although some were left in the well, perhaps as an offering. 



Cattle too were brought to the water and offerings of butter, the Clad Ime, were thrown 
to the lough spirits to guarantee a good milk yield.  

A RAG TREE once stood near Lough Keeran, with the ropes used for tying cows hung on branches in the belief sick cattle would be cured. The tree was later cut down by the order of the Bishop to prevent people from continuing the custom.


As late as 1900’s offerings of butter rolls were still left at this well.

In the 19th century it was recorded that people swam their cattle across the River Boyne to act  
as a charm against the attentions of the Good People and protect against disease.
This custom of driving horses and cattle through rivers, lakes and pools at Lughnasa appears to 
mirror the custom of herding cattle between two fires at Bealtaine which was also executed to protect their well being.


Lough Neagh where the practice of wading through water was not confined to animals.

On the first Sunday of August pilgrims at Lough Neagh and Lough Patrick would recite the rosary then enter the waters to wash feet, hands and heads in the belief that the water at this time contained cures.


Many sacred wells were also considered most potent at this time of year.


St Moling’s Well, Co Carlow where pilgrims waded barefoot through the water 
and children had their heads placed underwater to guard against head ailments.


At Tobar Alt an Easa cattle were driven to the water on the first Sunday of August 
to cure them of illness.

Tubberberrin, in Co. Meath, was famous for being dry all year, but filling with water at midnight on Lughnasa Eve when it gave cures. 
The water stayed in the well for three days before disappearing again. 


The TRADITION at St Keiran’s Well took place at midnight on the first Sunday of August.


The first Sunday in August was known in many places as Garland Sunday when flowers were left on summits, on Neolithic monuments, on graves and at sacred wells “to give a last salute to summer.” 
In Donegal people wore flowers in their clothes to climb hills on Garland Sunday and a hole was dug and the flowers buried as a sign that summer was ended.



Tobernault. Co. Sligo, was visited at this time also. 



And Brigid’s Well at Liscannor is honoured by locals, not in February but on Garland Sunday.

In Co. Galway Lady’s Well was also visited on Garland Sunday when “the girls wore daisy chains and the young men wore flowers in their buttonholes.” to attend the Pattern there.



At the end of the ritual flowers were left in the water.
A visit to the well in recent times shows that the daisy tradition may not be lost.

It is at this time of year that I visit St Lugna’s Well, Co. Offaly, hidden besides the Slieve Bloom mountains. 


The well was restored 1995 but little is known of the saint.
Few find their way here any longer but some of us still visit at Lughnasa to honour the water.

And as the wild flowers begin to pass away and the fruits appear I also give offerings to the 
local river as “a last salute to summer.”