Archive | April 2015

We are bringing Summer in – traditional Gaelic words

THUGAMAR FÉIN AN SAMHRADH LINN (WE BROUGHT THE SUMMER WITH US)

Véarsa 1:

Babóg na Bealtaine, Maighdean an tSamhraidh,

(BA-bohg nuh BAL-tin-yeh, MY-jen uh TOW-ree)

Suas gach cnoc is síos gach gleann,

(SOO-uss gakh cruk iss SHEE-uss gakh glyan)

Cailíní maisithe, bán-ghéala gléasta,

(KAL-yee-nee MASH-ih-heh, bahn YAL-uh GLAY-sstuh)

Thugamar féin an samhradh linn

(HUG-uh-mar hayn un SOW-roo lin)

Curfá (Chorus):

Samhradh, samhradh, bainne na ngamhna,

(SOW-roo, SOW-roo, BA-nyeh nuh NGOW-nuh)

Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

(HUG-uh-mar hayn un SOW-roo lin)

Samhradh buí ná nóinín gléigeal,

(SOW-roo bwee nah NOH-ih-neen GLAY-gyal)

Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

(HUG-uh-mar hayn un SOW-roo lin)

Véarsa 2

Tá an fhuiseog ag seinm ‘s ag luascadh sna spéartha,

(Tahn ISH-yohg egg SHEN-yim segg lOOS-koo snuh SPAYR-huh)

Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

(HUG-uh-mar hayn un SOW-roo lin)

Tá an chuach is na héanlaith ag seinm le pléisiúr,

(Tahn KHOO-ukh snuh HAYN-lee egg SHEN-yim leh PLAY-shoor)

Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

(HUG-uh-mar hayn un SOW-roo lin)

TRANSLATION

WE BROUGHT THE SUMMER WITH US

Verse 1

Doll* of May, Maiden of Summer,

Up every hill and down every glen,

Beautiful girls, radiantly dressed,

We brought the summer with us.

Chorus

Summer, summer, milk of the calves,

We brought the summer with us,

Summer yellow as the glistening daisy,

We brought the summer with us.

Verse 2

The lark is singing and soaring in the skies,

We brought the summer with us,

The cuckoo and the birds are singing with pleasure,

We brought the summer with us.

* The “doll” in this case probably refers to the May garland.

Grief the thief

I’ve had an awful lot of people pass in an out of my life through the Veils. In the 1980’s it was a lot of the gay men in my life including my best friend, Art. I’ve lost all my great aunts and uncles and my grandparents when I was a lot younger. When I was a kid babysitting it was a baby we babysat at church who was born with an incurable and identifiable disease. In the 2000s I lost my parents and my little brother. That one will never stop hurting. Two years ago we lost Laura Janesdaughter, our Heiromum to multiple myeloma. Now Mary is on that path.

I know you aren’t allegedly supposed to grieve before someone is gone but it’s very difficult not to and even more difficult when you are well aware of the process. Because what they don’t like to tell you is that grief is cumulative. Every death is another stone on your chest and a piece of your heart that is missing. Every death is painful and they lie when they tell you it fades, it doesn’t. It ebbs and it flows and can hit you hard when you aren’t anticipating it. It can be set off by the sound of a stranger’s laugh that sounds like your loved one. The scent of a perfume or flower or of a food you ate with them. It can come when singing a song that you used to sing with or for them. It can be watching someone walk down the street and the walk is like theirs.

I’ll be 61 in a month and a day. My first funeral was my great-grandmother’s when I was 5. I still remember her and I remember sitting with my grandmother while she made her handkerchief into a hopping rabbit while she kept us quiet with chocolate mint Lifesavers in the back of the car. My great-grandmother was 92 and I remember her heavy Swedish accent at the holiday dinner table but when she died I really didn’t understand what death meant. At 60 I’m well aware of what death means and the pain it can make a body endure.

Never let anyone tell you it gets easier. It does not. They are saying that because it hasn’t happened to them yet. When my brother died it took a year before I stopped bursting into tears every time I thought of him and it still reduces me to jelly if I get hit unwarned by something like someone wearing my brother’s cologne or a book we read together or a song we sang together. It’s been 10 years this July and sometimes it could be yesterday.

So this is a familiar if unwanted journey. I know it’s even harder for M and D. Someone you thought you would grow old with way into the future isn’t going to be there. The future is just not going to be what you thought. As a priestess of Hecate and a past on-call clergy with the AIDS Service Center gives me some framework but when someone is close to you, all you can do is hold a circle of love and the memories and hope it’s enough for all of you.

A bright spot in the weekend

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Eye see you

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One of the faces

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D and I introduced Di to the place we discovered on my first visit. http://www.leachgarden.org/ Leach Botanical Gardens. None of the articles online or the docent prepared D and I for what we discovered on our first visit. The magical spot with the stone crofters cabin. We had no clue until our feet touched the first step going to the altar. Someone was OTO or a Master Mason and did some serious work there. The unassuming little table is an ALTAR and I mean the capital letters. It will make any sensitive person’s hair stand on end.

The altar is covered in carved sigils and faces. Sometimes just eyes, sometimes whole heads. They’ve been there a very long time judging by the growth of the moss over them. The floor of the cabin has a tree of life mosaic in it and down a little way is a chiminea that is also pretty amazing but doesn’t have the blast of the altar.

The docent said it was the Leach’s party house, yeah right, not the kind of party most non –magical  people would think of.  The only problem is that it is an energy sink. You feel great while you are near it but after you leave you feel like you’ve been doing ritual for several hours. You automatically send roots down when you get there and it almost is physically painful to leave. Both times we’ve found the need to eat after leaving enormous to get the calories into the system again. The only other time I can remember feeling that way is after Faire or on retreat.

It’s obvious that this was a well loved and special place to the Leachs and I would be interested in how other Portland OR magic working/energy raising visitors feel when they visit. It made these druids very happy and very tired.