Showing posts with label Mythical figures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mythical figures. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 October 2017

Tales from The Cailleach: INTO A HARE


A sharp sickle hangs above the Lough Field.


By the hearth I rest my bones, thoughts conjured by shifting shadows.
How much reaping have I seen since those first seeds were planted?




How many harvests by scythe, then horse now harvester?


In bygone days they thought my spirit in the corn.



Cutting the Cailleach, Co. Antrim.
Pic © www.duchas.ie


At times my hare-shape, spied amongst the stalks, caused old ones to make the sign and murmur against ill-wishing.  
They recognised my power.

Still now, at my great age, I go about at harvest to fulfil my duty. 
Barley, wheat, oats and grass, all are judged for fitness.
This year was no exception.




At the swollen moon I lay besides the hearth, shawl wrapped tightly, trusting my gnarled fingers 
to remember. 

Nine haws, nine knots, a hag stone bound in red. 

Eyes closed I breathed archaic words upon the charm.




Damp earth-scent replaced turf smoke. 

I diminished, 

I re-formed.



Detail from "Into a Hare" by Jane Brideson.


A twitch of whiskers then I was off across the silvered land.


Past Lone Thorn, 


Detail from "Into a Hare" by Jane Brideson.


Shining Mound


Detail from "Into a Hare" by Jane Brideson.


and Sacred Well.


Detail from "Into a Hare" by Jane Brideson.


Around the Hag’s Hill then spiralling far beyond. 

Fulfilling work began at EQUINOX 


"Into a Hare" by Jane Brideson.



The cycle ended I sensed the wholeness in the land.


***

Next morning, an old woman once again, I rose and placed the kettle on the range for tea.




The phone rang. 
I knew that smiling voice,  “All’s well?” 
“ Yes. The harvest’s saved, great goodness in the grain this year. 
 We’ll celebrate at Samhain so?” I asked.

“Ah, we will of course” came his reply. We laughed and I could see that twinkle in his eye. 
The Dagda’s parties were legendary.
















Sunday, 16 October 2016

The Cailleach - Hag of the Mill & Mother of the Herd.


Cailleach an Mhuilinn, The Hag of the Mill, a new painting.


For much of last winter and earlier this year I have kept company with the Cailleach, the Old Woman, the Hag, who appears in many guises in folklore, landscape and myth. 
Her great age, her ability to fly, to shape shift into animal form, her role as a Sovereignty goddess and her links to wild animals marks the Cailleach as a supernatural being, an ancient goddess. 

As Hag of the Mill she is associated with grinding corn and the harvest.


In many places the last uncut stalks of corn were plaited, cut and hung above the door at home as protection. 
This action was known as ‘cutting the cailleach’. 
In others areas it was believed she took the form of a hare who sheltered in an uncut corner of a field to avoid the scythe.

I was commissioned to paint her in her guise of The Hag of the Mill as she appears in Buile Suibne,
‘The Frenzy of Sweeney’, a tale recorded in the 1670’s. 
Rather than illustrate her part in the tale literally, I wanted to portray her energy and wildness. 




You can read the text of Buile Suibhne, translated by JG. O’Keefe HERE


Briefly Suibhne is described as the king of Dal Araidhe in the north east of Ireland. 
When news reached him that St. Ronan Finn was building a Christian church on his land and chanting psalms the pagan Suibhne, having no time to dress, left his home naked and expelled the cleric.

After throwing the psalter into a nearby lake Suibhne is cursed by Ronan to constantly wander Ireland, flying naked throughout the land until killed by a spear.

So he spends seven years leaping from hill to hill, living amongst trees and existing only on watercress. Suibhne appears to lose his sanity but he is eventually caught and left in the care of his kinsman, the miller Loingseachan.  

Suibhne is locked in a bedroom at the miller’s hostel until one day, during the busy harvest when all hands are needed, he is entrusted to the care of Lonnog, The Hag of the Mill. 

She is ordered not to speak to the captive but Lonnog has her own plans. 

She teases the king about his madness and he responds with tales of his freedom and the great leaps he once took across the hill tops of Ireland. 
Finally the Cailleach challenges him to make one more leap, this time through the skylight of the room. Suibhne does so and pursued by the Hag, is free once more. 



Detail - Teach Duinn, Donn’s House of the Dead, identified as Bull Rock, off the coast of  Co. Cork.

They visit Teach Duinn in the west, then travel across the landscape, with the Mill Hag driving him on, revealing to him his past life as a ‘madman’.



Detail - The Cailleach as bringer of winter, mother of the herd.


During their time together Suibhne recounts his meetings with the famous stags of Ireland, remembering his great adventures in the wild and although the king despises the Hag for bringing him back to his old ‘madness’, he recognises Lonnog as an ancient one, the progenitor, Mother of the great herds of deer.

“ O mother of this herd
thy coat has become grey,
there is no stag after thee
without two score antler-points.”


Finally, to be rid of the Hag, Suibhne leaps to Dunseverick on the Antrim coast where he jumps again, followed by the Hag of the Mill.


Detail - cliffs at Dunseverick, Co. Antrim.

The king survives by falling into the sea but the Cailleach lands on a cliff, her body broken, 
she falls into the water. 

After many more adventures St. Ronan’s curse descends upon Suibhne, he is killed by a spear wound and at death the pagan king is given the Christian sacraments.

But what of the ancient Cailleach ?



Later her body washes up on a beach and at that liminal place, between sea and land, 
she is carried away by her Otherworld kin, “the devil’s crew”. 


To this day the Hag, The Old Woman, is remembered and honoured at wild, lonely places across Ireland and at this time, when the harvest is over and winter is almost upon us, perhaps she haunts those places still.



Harvest offerings to the stone Cailleach, The Old Woman of Beara, who looks out to sea from the Beara Peninsula.

Sunday, 29 May 2016

Sacred water and three thousand Holy Wells.


Well at Cahercrovdarrig, Cathair Crobh Dearg, near the Paps of Anu.

3,000 sacred wells have been recorded in Ireland, although this is believed to be a conservative number. There are numerous others which are undocumented, whose locations cannot be found or have been forgotten over time.


Frequently marked Tobar Naofa on maps, they are the blessed wells, springs and water sources found in every part of the island.


Sign by the Sacred Well on the Hill of Tara.

In countless instances the original Irish names are also lost to us.
Many were re-dedicated to saints of the church by the clergy, others were known by the names of early saints or well known figures, still venerated by local people.



The entrance to the site of St. Brigid’s Well, Liscannor, Co. Clare.
The approach to the well is through a cave-like tunnel with offerings piled on walls and shelves.



Well of St. Inghean Bhaoith, Co. Clare, who has a widespread devotion locally.

There are wells named for their healing properties with cures including those for sore eyes, toothache, arthritis, mental ailments and in the past cholera.


St Cooy’s Well known for it’s eye cure.

Whilst others take their titles from figures and animals of myth or folklore. 


Well of the Fair Women above Cahersiveen, Co. Kerry. 

Each well has it’s own personality.

There are wells housed in stone and maintained by the faithful.


St Anastasia's Well, Co. Clare.

Many lie open to the elements or are marked by a lone tree.


Well near the remains of the church of St. Manman, Co. Laois.

Sacred wells emerge in verdant hollows 


Tobar Mac Duagh, Co. Galway.

and from inhospitable landscapes.


St. Fachtnan’s Well on the Burren.

Water pooled in bullaun stones and in the trunks of trees also offer cures.




City wells, now forced underground, still flow as the modern world flourishes above.


St. Patrick’s Well beneath Nassau St. Dublin.

The liminal places, shores, caves, heights and islands also have their wells.


St. Augustine’s tidal well on the shore of Lough Atalia, Galway.


Chink Well in a sea cave at Portraine, Co. Dublin.
Courtesy of Treasa Kerrigan http://www.sacredsites.ie

The sanctity of these wells comes from the water itself which emerges from the earth as a gift from the gods of the Otherworld. These sources were venerated by the ancient people who built their megaliths close by or incorporated them into the structure. 


A natural spring still rises from beneath one of the huge stones in the passage of Newgrange 
and would have flowed as a small stream across the floor. 
The water from the spring is now re-routed to an exterior sinkhole.



St. Patrick’s Well below the reconstructed Grianán of Aileach, Co. Donegal.

Water has its’ own active life force at sacred wells and to ensure it wasn’t sullied or used for domestic purposes, cautionary tales were passed down through generations about wells which, when offended by humans, protested by moving location.


Áirmid’s Well, now Lady Well, at Slane, Co. Meath. 
Folklore tells how it moved to its present position when attempts were made to seal it.  

Aggrieved wells travelled after midnight, some accompanied by the Good People, in order to punish those who washed clothes or disposed of refuse in their waters. 
Others had the power to curse their transgressors by affecting their health or poisoning the guilty 
and their cattle but in many cases water taken from a holy well to be used in cooking merely 
refused to boil.

Stone by well on the Hill of Tara. Pic © taratrees.org


Many of Ireland’s sacred wells have been a focus for ritual, veneration and healing for thousands of years, their waters connecting us to deities and spirits. 
Visiting these wells today we are offered a special stillness, a place apart, where quiet reflection surrounded by nature is therapeutic and inspiring.
Whether we find these wells in countryside or town, whether our belief is Pagan, Christian or nothing at all, they continue to fill a deep need in us all.




Michael Houlihan’s book “The Holy Wells of County Clare”  provides a deeper understanding of Irish sacred wells and can be ordered from the author at:   michaelhoulihan5@gmail.com.



For a fascinating investigation into the sacred wells of Co. Dublin, I thoroughly recommend Gary Braningan’s book “Ancient and Holy Wells of Dublin” available here:




Sunday, 13 December 2015

Mythical figures across the land.

In Ireland mythology is everywhere, in landscape, place names, at sacred sites, wells and rivers.
Within cities too the work of artists and sculptors remind us of ancient stories.


Queen Maeve -  Bronze statue in Beresford Place, Dublin. Created by Patrick O'Reilly.


In places the Children of Lír still emerge changed by Aoife into four white swans. 

 The Children of Lír, Dublin Garden of Remembrance. Created by Oisín Kelly.


The Children of Lír, Lough Owel, County Westmeath. Created by Linda Brunker.


The Children of Lír, Ballycastle, County Antrim. Artist unknown.

Our goddesses, gods and heroes still grace the land.


Sculpture of Étaín and Midhir by Éamonn O'Doherty 
standing in the park near the Ardagh Heritage & Creativity Centre.


Princess Macha at the entrance to Altnagelvin Hospital, Co. Derry by F.E Mc William. 
Macha was said to have founded the earliest hospital in Ireland. 


Éire with harp by Jerome Connor, Merrion Sq Park, Dublin.


The dying Cú Chulainn by Oliver Sheppard can be seen in the GPO, Dublin
and is a memorial to the participants of the 1916 Rising.
 Bronze statue of  Cú Chulainn carrying his dying friend Ferdia 
by Ann Meldon Hugh, Ardee, County Louth. 

Lugh on the shore of Lough Dunlewy at the foot of Mount Errigal, Co. Donegal. Artist unknown.


Manannán by Peter Grant, The Mall, Castlebar, Co. Mayo.


Sea God Manannán  by Ann Meldon Hugh, Dundalk, Co. Louth. 

One has been taken

The stolen statue of Danu who once stood near the Paps of Anu, Co. Kerry.

and one has returned.

 Manannán Commands the Sea by sculptor John Darren Sutton. 

In a moment of syncronicity when I  began to write this post I heard that the statue of Manannán Mac Lír, stolen back in January and recovered, will be erected again to look out from Binevenagh Mountain, Co. Derry towards Lough Foyle.

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