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Monday, October 25, 2021

Samhain,,,,,,, Earthweal

Samhain - The Irish New Year. by Bridget Haggerty Following the revels of Hallowe’en, the ancient Irish celebrated the festival of the dead - Samhain, which is pronounced sow-en, and is usually translated as “summer’s end.” In Celtic lore, the year is divided into two halves associated with the dark and the light. The dark half begins at ' sunset on November 1st with Samhain and the cycle ends when the light half begins at sunset on May 1st, which is the' festival of Bealtaine. Both festivals are closely linked, but in general, Samhain is considered to be the most ' important. In the old days, extensive preparations were made for the sharing of a communal feast that included the dearly departed as guests of honor. To enable them to come and go freely, all doors and windows were left unlatched; a special cake was made exclusively for their consumption, and a certain amount of other food was set aside just for them. This had to be left untouched by any mortal hand for the duration of the ritual period. Eating the food of the dead was considered to be a major sacrilege and it condemned the perpetrator to becoming a hungry spirit after death, forever banned from sharing in the Samhain feast. Beyond the great feast, the dead would also need to be entertained. Customs vary from one Celtic nation to another, but in general, while the young people played games associated with the rituals of Samhain, the elders reviewed all of the events of the past year for the benefit of those who had passed on. This was believed to encourage the dead to continue to take an interest in the affairs of the living. As at all turning points in the Celtic year, ancient lore tells us that the Gods draw near to earth at Samhain. In ancient Ireland, people extinguished their hearth fires and then gathered at the ritual center of their tribe to honor the gods with gifts and sacrifices. There, they waited for the Druids to light the new fire of the year. Then, personal prayers in the form of objects symbolizing the wishes of supplicants were cast into the blaze. At the end of the ceremonies, each member of the tribe took back to his or her home hearth a brand ignited from the new fire. Samhain fires have continued to light up the countryside down the centuries. In some areas, ashes from these bonfires were sprinkled on surrounding fields as a form of protection. The added bonus, of course, was that the ashes improved the soil. So how did Samhain become All Saints Day? As with many of the old festivals, Christianity stepped in to do whatever it could to eliminate pagan rituals. In this case, it was Pope Boniface who took the festival of the dead and made it the festival of all saints and martyrs. Originally it took place on May 13th, but a century later, Pope Gregory III shifted it to November. In Ireland, All Saints Day was instituted in 998 AD by Abbot Odilo of Cluny and by the 13th century, although many of the old Samhain rituals persisted as folk customs, November 1st had become firmly established as a Christian festival. 

 

   

 

ancient rituals

 the dead visit their relatives 

 expect to be entertained and fed 

don't eat their cake

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

La Musique de mes Grands Parents

 

 they moved forward

leaving war torn europe

 to a land of no olive oil

no wine

no garlic 

no family

no one


it was safe with good weather

no bosch hiding in the bushes

fresh air space and beautiful beaches

like being on holidays 

you did not have to be wealthy

to live near the sea back then



memories

of two sweet people

with their rimless specs

hunched over a newspaper

struggling

teaching themselves english


 they would not have passed the

current citizenship test

(i don't think I would pass it even now

would fail the sports section :)

and our family would not be here


so eventually we all came along

generation after generation

little aussies in the making

wearing akubras and r m williams boots

rejecting the old music and ways

not realising at the time that

even with our blue eyes

 fair skin and blonde hair 

(no one ever called us wogs)

we will always 

be different

feel different 

think different

 

our forefathers

never leave us

they whisper in our ears

sing lovely corny french songs to us

forever


 Weekly Scribblings #  92   PSU

Earthweal Open Link Weekend # 89



 


 



Monday, October 18, 2021

Earthweal Weekly Challenge ..... Biodiversity

 

 


 

the great barrier reef

one of the seven

natural wonders of the world

eye watering beauty

polluted by run off

coral bleached by global warming

invaded by the crown of thorns starfish

dying

too late to save it

too late 

too late






Thursday, October 14, 2021

Vince Jones - A Song for You [1994]

Weekly Scribblings # 91


 it used to live on your dressing table

between the powder puffs and the perfume bottles

i remember trying it on and sneaking a squirt of  your scent


you said you got it in china 

you were 17 travelling  the world as a nanny

for a wealthy family on a boat 


it hasn't left my arm since you departed

i also inherited your hands

every time i look at them i see yours

i miss you








Monday, October 11, 2021

Bill Evans - Like Someone in Love

Cento- -from the poems of Mary Oliver and Dorianne Laux

FOR EARTHWEAL..... The Nature of Enchantment

all summer
weeds and blossoms shimmering
rose and fell back replete and beautiful
and i touching the blue and silky air
listen with happiness
i think there is no other prize
only gleaming rapture
you love someone dark
electric sweet open  wild


seeking each other out
then they meet and swoon
sometimes the air
comes undone over our heads
and washes down around our ears
like rain
it has to be love 

 

 


 

THE RAPTURE

Mary Oliver

All summer
I wandered the fields
that were thickening
every morning,

every rainfall,
with weeds and blossoms,
with the long loops
of the shimmering, and the extravagant—

                   

 pale as flames as they rose and fell back,
replete and beautiful—
that was all there was—

and I too
once or twice, at least,
felt myself rising,
my boots

touching suddenly the tops of the weeds,
the blue and silky air—
listen,

passion did it,

                    addled me,

                    stripped me clean
                    then covered me with the cloth of happiness—

I think
there is no other prize,
only rapture the gleaming
rapture the illogical the weightless—

whether it be for the perfect shapeliness
of something you love
like an old German song—
or of someone

or the dark floss of the earth itself,
heavy and electric,
At the edge of sweet sanity open
such wild, blind wings.

 

THE ORGAMS OF ORGANISMS

Dorianne Laux

Above the lawn the wild beetles mate
and mate, skew their tough wings
and join. They light in our hair,
on our arms. And below us, in the grass,
the bugs are seeking each other out,

 antennae lifted and trembling, tiny legs
scuttling, then the infinitesimal
ah’s of their meeting, the awkward job
of their turnings around. O end to end
they meet again and swoon as only bugs can.
This is why, sometimes, the grass feels electric
under our feet, each blade quivering, and why
the air comes undone over our heads
and washes down around our ears like rain.

But it has to be spring, and you have to be
in love — acutely, painfully, achingly in love —
to hear the black-robed choir of their sighs.

from Smoke (2000)