Cylch Blodeuwedd

Druidic Grove in North-West Wales

Country of little faith?

by Dafydd - August 27th, 2011

In a a recently broadcast piece on the BBC World Service, a reporter examines the lack of ‘religion’ in the country of Estonia (A country rather close to my heart) and talks to locals who explain how indigenous folk traditions and local paganism are alive and well, and flourishing in people’s hearts and minds. As the programme says:

“Many involve themselves in a type of earth spirituality which they say goes back thousands of years, and in which sacred hills, trees, and the annual cycle of nature play an important part.”

The programme can be heard here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00hy0df and is available for the next 30 days.

Lammas 2011

by Oak King - August 24th, 2011

LAMMAS RITUAL 2011

Decorating Bower:

Everyone present to jointly decorate bower of branches with wild flowers, grasses and ribbons etc. to reflect the time of year and the natural/agricultural activities related to it.

Arriving:

Everyone to join hands in a circle, close their eyes and truly “arrive” by breathing deeply, feeling the earth beneath their feet, becoming aware of the wind on their faces and all that they can hear around them.

Greetings to the Land:

This was the first ritual to be undertaken on our newly acquired field, and I definitely did not have to ask the spirits of the place if we were welcome here! Each time I set foot upon this land, such joy pours through me – this land is eager to share with all life forms the magnificent mystery and experience that is Life itself. So I did not call on its spirits to be present; they were already there with enthusiasm and humour. Rather, I asked them to enfold us in their loving energies, and help to guide the movements of our hands and feet, and the intricate workings of our hearts and minds.

Calling the Quarters:

Asking for the spirits, elements and energies of the East, South, West and North to be present to support and guide us. (One person standing in the appropriate direction describes the element and invites the spirits and energies particular to it.)

Calling Peace in the Quarters:

One person walks to each Direction and calls for peace there, ending with a call for peace all around the world.

Tribal Gatherings:

Lammas was and still is the traditional time for people to come together – tribes, communities, families – to pool their energies and efforts in gathering in the precious abundance that Nature – Mother Earth – has generously provided as another growing season begins to come to full fruition and reach its end. Great effort and energy was and is still needed to successfully achieve this.

When the grain and early fruit crops were safely gathered against the barren times of winter, there was much to celebrate – the threat of hunger and starvation had been pushed back; security and continuity of life had been assured for another year.At the height of fresh abundance, there was much feasting and celebrating. Also, because everyone had gathered together, this was the time for grievances to be heard, disputes to be settled, contracts to be made or renewed and marriages to take place.

The Role of “Parent”:

August is the month of the Grain Mother, when our attention is turned to the gifts and nurturing provided by Mother Earth. Where would we be without the free abundance of the Earth? – of this loving natural mother who provides so regularly, unstintingly and generously? At this time, ask yourself how does the natural harvest of the Earth affect you personally? Take a few moments to reflect on this. Perhaps you cannot think of many ways that it directly affects you…. then think again!

This is a good time to focus generally on the role of Mother and the role of our own mothers in our lives, especially when we were little children., which has been vital in helping to form and produce the adult people that we are today. Maybe we have become who we are in direct opposition to our mothers. Or perhaps we did not have a mother. Or maybe we found another adult female ( relative or friend) who fulfilled the role of mother for us instead.

Just take a few moments to reflect on the people who have mothered you in your life; and what affects (for good or ill) this has had on you. Try to always access your life possitively, even if you have never regarded some areas of it in such a light before.

In your turn, how do you help to “mother” and nurture the young and needy around you? What are your mothering qualities of giving love and care? Remember that this is not just a question for the ladies amongst us – both men and women have a feminine side – so these questions apply to the men too!

But as always there must be balance and Mother earth could not pour forth her living bounty if it were not for the masculine energies of Father Sun, beating heat and light down upon the earth and all growing living things. Earth and Sun, Mother and Father, always the two must come together with their particular mix of energies and components to produce the miracle of birth and fruition. So we should also honour the concept of Father at this time too, without whom the Grain Mother would never begin to grow and ripen.

Again think of your relationship with your own father. What has he meant to you in your life? No matter how close or distant, shadowy or pro-active he may have been,try to see his role for what it has been and what it still is, and give genuine thanks to him for it.

In turn how do you fulfil a “fathering”role in your life? How do you stand up for justice? How do you protect and care for those less able and provide a better life for those around you? We all have a masculine side to us – how do you play out the role of father to those around you?

Let us take a few minutes to quietly give thanks for the “mother” and “father” influences in our lives, both in the widest sense as well as specifically to you as individuals.

Personal Harvest:

Could we now spend a little time reflecting on our own personal harvests?

What have you harvested this year? Perhaps you are a gardener or craft worker and have a literal harvest to be thankful for? But we will all have striven for something since the seed planting times of Gwyl Ffraid and the Spring Equinox back in February and March. What have you achieved personally this spring and summer? What new activity or path have you started along? What progress have you made? Maybe it is deeply inner spiritual work that you are involved with at this time? Perhaps it is working at a relationship with a partner, family member or friend?

Think deeply, take your time, and as you do so take it in turn to mindfully and reverently place a symbol or representation of your harvest within or around the edges of the bower…. and give your own personal thanks. If you wish to share what your harvest is with everyone else, you are welcome to do so, but do not feel pressured that you have to.

With these thoughts of achievement and thanks deeply in your mind, take some scissors and go out into the undergrowth and cut some grasses, rushes, flowers, whatever you want. As you go through the motions of this simple “harvest” give thanks for what you are metaphorically harvesting. Bring you “harvest” back to the grove and form/bind it into a certain shape (circle/wreath, cross, ankh, etc.) and decorate with flowers as you wish. At the end of the day, take it home with you and let it act as a reminder of what you have achieved and be thankful for it.

Awen:

All gather round and intone “Awen” that we may be inspired to use our harvest well.

Giving of Bread and Fruit Juice:

I had baked a harvest loaf in the shape of a sheaf of wheat/corn. We all shared this, passing it from one to the other around the circle and bidding each other blessings that we may never hunger, not forgetting to also scatter and give back a portion to the land itself.

We then repeated the same actions and blessings, but this time sharing the juice.

As we all sat on the grass reflecting on the proceedings so far, two of our members had a poem to recite and a story to recount… thought provoking but very entertaining!

Sacrifice:

It is good to remember that there is also always a measure of sacrifice to whatever we achieve in life. The grain plants must be sacrificed and die to provide our harvest and food for the next year.

In our personal lives, our parents almost certainly sacrificed time and energy and their finances to give us a good start in life. If we choose to persue one activity, we will probably have to sacrifice something else in our lives to give us the time and space to do so. There is always something that we must give up, loose or otherwise forgo in the persuit of our own progress or betterment.

This affects us all…. all the time.

Remember, whatever happens to one of us, for good or ill, happens to all of us, for we are all connected by the Spirit, the Divine, that of God within us.

SO what will you decide to “sacrifice” today for the greater good of yourself or your community?

And along with this thought is another question; at this annual time of settling business and making agreements, what can you do…. now, starting today…. to help bring an end to a dispute, disagreement, misunderstanding or argument? It might be with a member of your family, a neighbour or friend, or even a colleague at work. What can you do to extend the hand of harmony, friendship, peace and love?

Removing Barriers:

In some areas, Lammas was the time of year for the removal of fences and the throwing open to common pasturage of lands which had previously been enclosed while crops were grown on them.

By our very nature, by being born into human form, we live a life which is created by endless forme and series of barriers. Our spirit is encapsulated within the barrier of our flesh and skin; we rquire shelter from the elements and each other which causes us to build many barriers of walls and borders. We are extremely vulnerable in our human incarnations so errect emotional and spiritual barriers built from fear, ignorance, insecurity and mistrust. Even in removing barriers, such as we are attempting to do on this land by cutting back the undergrowth, we actually succeed in creating more – perhaps on the edge of open spaces and further away from ourselves, but they are there all the same, as in the edges of our newly cut paths and ritual spaces.

But Spirit has no barriers and to begin our journey back towards Spirit and to bring human existence into more harmonious balance with Spirit, we must learn how to begin to remove some of these barriers, especially the barriers that we have created in our minds.

What physical barrier can you remove from your life?

What mental thought pattern/attitude can you decide to dissolve today?

In your own lives, what fences…. what “barriers” can you remove? What is stopping you from performing some action, completing some task? What division have your erected between yourself and other people? How have you blinded yourself to a situation and “fenced it off”?

Think of something now and resolve to do it!

Tree Planting:

We all helped to plant two new trees around the edge of the grove site…. a small oak in the south and a holly in the north. We hope to eventually plant eight specimen trees around the clearing to represent the eight festivals of the natural year.

Closing:

We all helped to thank the elements and directions…. and the spirits of the place…. and so drew the formal celebrations to a close.

It only remained for us to share the food which everyone had contributed to…. to feast, celebrate our friendship and good fortune…. and return home extremely happy!

Beltane Celebrations 2011

by Oak King - April 23rd, 2011

This year, our celebrations will be taking place in two parts and two different places.

We are going to meet on Saturday, 30th April, gathering at 6.pm., here at Bryn. Green or floral/colourful clothes are to be worn if possible, and if you can bring flowers/greenery to make yourself a head wreath, or help to  decorate the maypole, etc., that would be great! If you wish, you may also bring masks to wear…. either the domino masks which can be bought, or a simple half face mask which you can make yourself form cardboard covered with leaves and or flowers. Whatever, let your imagination and inclinations run wild… it is Beltain after all! There will be a maypole to decorate and erect (Codi’r Fedwen/Raising the Birch as it was called in the olden days!) …. and later danced around! There will be the two fires to light and jump over. There will also be the hand fasting of a symbolic Lord and Lady, unless anyone would like to volunteer to have their union blessed in this way? Also feasting and story telling.

Anyone wishing to stay over night is very welcome to do so.

On Sunday, 1st May, we are going to meet in the car park at Craflwyn (just outside Beddgelert) at 10.30.am. and walk up to the top of Dinas Emrys, a traditional “high place”, where we will continue and complete the celebrations by building and walking a maze, and releasing the gathered energies of Pole, Maze and Lord and Lady. There will also be personal and group work done on peace and possitivity, released into the world at large, as symbolized by the battling red and white dragons in the pool  there. A shared picnic lunch will complete the festivities.

If you would like to join us just for Saturday evening, or just for Sunday morning, that is fine…. all are very welcome for whatever time you can give.

Do please let me know if you are able to come, and also if you would like accommodation or directions to either place.

Just to recap, you will need to bring:
1) Colourful clothes
2) Greenery and flowers for head wreathes and general decoration.
3) Lengths of coloured ribbon.
4) Masks, if you wish to wear one.
5) Something sweet and something savoury to contribute to the evening feast.
6) A contribution of wood to burn would be much appreciated, even if it is only a token gesture.
7) As always, lots of warm and waterproof clothing!

For those coming on Sunday,
8) Half a pound of cold cooked rice. (for marking out the maze!)
9) Picnic lunch contributions.

Whether you can come for some or all of the time, you will be most joyously welcome, and if we don’t get to meet at all over the Beltain period, I wish you all the love and fresh new life that is contained within this time of year.

With loving blessings of the winter truly ended,
Gillian.

Where the dragons slept – Dinas Emrys

by Oak King - October 18th, 2010

I am somewhat ashamed to have to admit that there is a very special and magical place not much more than 10 miles away from where I live and yet, until recently, I had not taken much notice of it, let alone grasped its relevance in full or experienced the powerful energies prevailing there. How is it that so often we tend to be drawn to far flung places and countries and at the same time can not see what treasures lie practically on our doorstep? In the case of Dinas Emrys, well, I knew it was there for years but it was not until early this spring when a young bard from Germany, who had chosen to call himself Emrys, spend a weekend with our family and so I could not possibly let him go home without making the pilgrimage to that ancient site of ‘his’ name.

Best known is Dinas Emrys through the ancient folk tale associated with the British King Vortigern, who is in fact a historical figure from the fifth century and often charged with inviting the Saxons into Britain. If we believe legend, then he was eventually forced to flee from his enemies and arrived in Wales. In some historical sources we find him as King of Powys but, according to Nennius’ 9th century Historia Brittonum, it was in Eryri (Snowdonia) where he eventually found the ideal place for a stronghold. On the plateau of a pudding-basin shaped hill, some 76 metres above the floor of the Nantgwynant valley and only accessible via a narrow ridge from the north-east, he ordered the building of a fortress. To his utter consternation, all the walls would mysteriously collapse over night, and this occurred night after night after night. His wise men eventually recommended that he should sacrifice a ‘fatherless boy’ and sprinkle his blood over the foundations. That boy is found in Caer Myrddin in South Wales (now Carmarthen) and brought before the king. In fear of his life, he proved to be a prophet and told Vortigern what caused the collapse of the walls and which his Druids obviously were unable to see. Below the foundation of the tower they would find a pool, under which two dragons, one red and the other white, lay sleeping. After much digging the two dragons are indeed uncovered and resume their fighting. After initial advances for the white dragon it was the red one who in the end won the fight. Impressed with the accuracy of the boy’s prophesy, Vortigern then assigns the fort to him which to this day bears his name, Dinas Emrys – the fortress of Emrys, the Welsh form if the Roman name Ambrose. Vortigern himself is, at least in Welsh folk tradition, seen as having left for a small secret valley on the north cost of the nearby Lleyn peninsula, giving it it’s name Nant Gwrtheyrn where he is said to have died in a fire. In later writings, especially those of Geoffrey of Monmouth, Emrys/Ambrose’s name changes to Merlin and the white dragon is seen as the symbol of the Saxon intruders while the red dragon comes to represent the native British (Welsh) people and ends up as ‘Y Ddraig Goch’ on the national flag of Wales.

But hang on a minute! Looking at the Mabinogi we find clues that myths connected with dragons or winged serpents were in circulation long before the first Saxon landed on a British shore. The tale of Lludd and Llefelys informs us how the dragons came to be buried at Dinas Emrys in the first place. During the reign of Lludd, son of Beli Mawr (historical overlord of Britain in the 1st c. BC), three plagues befell Britain, one of which was a mighty scream that on each May-eve was raised over every hearth in the land and struck such terror into people that men would lose their strength, women their offspring and young folks their senses. Not knowing where else to turn, Lludd went to seek advise from his brother Llefelys who by then had become King of France. There he learnt that the scream was caused by a dragon fighting with a dragon of a foreign nation, trying to overcome it. To rid the land form the plague, he had to measure the length and width of his realm and dig a large pit right in the middle of it. With two large containers of best mead placed in the bottom and a silky cover over it, the fighting dragons would eventually tire and end up on the cover and fall into the pit. There they would drink all the mead and fall asleep. That way Lludd could tie them up and place in strong stone coffers to be buried in the safest place in the kingdom. That place proved to be – you might have guessed it – Dinas Emrys. This deed is described in the Welsh Triads as one of the Three Concealments of the Island of Britain and can therefore be seen as ranked equal to the burial of the head of Brân under the White Hill of London, confirming it as an alternative capital of Britain.

Knowing that archaeologists are rather unsentimental fact finders one could fear that excavations might shatter our dream of a paradisal place where Merlin’s breath still rustles in the leaves of native oak trees, where the gates to inner realms are open to us and, if we remain still for long enough, reveal mysteries of ancient lore not bound by time and place. I find it astonishing just to what extent the two 20th century excavations have proven many of the details of the original legend. The crest of Dinas Emrys is defined by a dry-stone wall barely 3 feet high but almost 10 feet thick which connects several rocky outcrops to shelter a central summit area, about 50 metres (164 feet) in diameter. It is here that we find the mysterious pool of dark age legend, today not more than a hollow. About 30 metres to the north-east, on the highest point of the hill, stands the most prominent structure, the base of a rectangular tower of 32 x 23 feet, it’s construction likely to fall into the reign of Llywelyn ap Iorwerth (d.1240). Both Welsh and Norman kings were known to erect their strongholds on the foundations of much older fortifications. The first recorded exploration of Dinas Emrys in 1910 by Major C E Breeze concentrated on the base of the tower where 12 gold-plated bronze studs and a gold-plated bronze bar where found. Perhaps more interstingly, recovered from the pool area were one part of and one complete bronze coated iron buckle of 1st century AD type. So we see that Dinas Emrys is an old place indeed. More thorough excavations were undertaken by Dr H.N. Savory in 1954-56 who interprets this pool as a cistern of the 5th to 6th centuries AD. With steep, artificially dug sides and a rectangular floor (39 x 33 feet) lined with yellow clay, it was dug to provide water for cattle or sheep within a chieftain’s stronghold. This does by no means diminish it’s magical dimension as out of magic emerges all utility. Laying hidden under peat for centuries, Savory discovered a stone platform of over 16 feet in diameter, overlapping the pool or cistern on it’s north-eastern side. The extraordinary nature of this platform suggests that it might not only have been used for easy bucket filling or watering livestock, but also for ritual purposes. Myth based ancient society would surely have given the divine pre-dominance over functionality. Going back even further, before the cistern was artificially shaped a wooden platform had overhung the swamp, supported on thirty-three timber posts carrying a circular dais of about 19 feet in diameter. This structure was most likely of early Iron Ages origin dating back to about 500 BC, a millennium before Vortigern. At the north edge of the pool an Iron Age pit of oval shape (5 x 4 feet) was found, it’s sides carefully lined with clay-set stone cobbles. Is it possible that here we are actually looking into the very stone coffer which Lludd buried at Dinas Emrys? Sherds of prehistoric pottery may confirm the pit’s date, but not it’s purpose. Savory suggests it’s use as a kitchen water tank or meat boiling pot. Here again, as food storage and preparation is of immense importance in any religion, the pit’s mythical dimension is not contradicted but rather supported. Furthermore, the fact that amongst the finds were East Mediterranean wine amphorae and Phoenician red slip dishes makes it clear that this was the residence of a chieftain of some importance. Place names nearby further support the site as the setting of this magical legend. Looking down from its western ramparts one sees a flat meadow, marked as Maes Llifio (Flood field) on 6 inch OS maps. There, a mere 300 metre away from the pool, is the site called Beddau Dewiniaid (The Graves of the Diviners), Vortigern’s seers driven into oblivion by Emrys/Merlin’s arrival.

Today Dinas Emrys is well known by name, yet rarely visited. Each year thousands of tourists drive past below it’s steep slopes without even noticing it. Perhaps not a bad thing because of it’s great antiquity this national shrine is rather fragile and vulnerable so visitors are advised to contact the National Trust warden at the nearby Craflwyn estate beforehand which is where the path starts. Although much of Welsh landscape is steeped deeply in ancient mythology, places like Dinas Emrys show us just how thin the veil between the outer and inner worlds can be.

Sources/further reading:

Merlin – A Magician’s Landscape, Michael Dames,

http://www.vortigernstudies.org.uk/artcit/dinas.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinas_Emrys

http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/northwest/sites/celts/pages/dinasemrys.shtml

http://www.celtnet.org.uk/legends/dinas_emrys.html

http://www.earlybritishkingdoms.com/archaeology/emrys.html

Amser gwylad

by Oak King - October 18th, 2010

For many centuries, and in fact until comparatively recently, people in rural Wales followed the natural cycle of nature and adapted their lives accordingly. That meant that in the winter months their lives were in the main bound to the low lying hendre and when spring arrived they migrated to the upland hafod in order to tend their livestock and crops. This transition from one half of the year to the other was often marked by public festivities as well the more intimate, symbolic rites within the houses.

The change of the summer routine to that of winter generally happened during the latter half of September when in many places local fairs were held. From then onwards the hearth became the focus of social life. This was amser gwylad, roughly translated ‘time to keep a vigil’, in Eifionydd also referred to as cadw dechreunos – ‘time to keep (i.e. spend) the evening’. Families would spend the evening by the hearth, with the women knitting, spinning and weaving and men making ropes or candles. Often friends and neighbours would join the family and together they would card wool, dress hemp or peel rushes and there can be no doubt that singing and storytelling played a big role too. It appears that it was not necessarily the village dwellings but the more remote houses that attracted most of the social activity during these months.

The end of amser gwylad came in March and again was marked by countless fairs. One of them, Nos Ffair Caron, was held on 16 March in Tregaron. That evening the maid would symbolically hand back a candle to her mistress as to say that from now on the family would retire to bed before dark. It is said that in many households this was the same candle that was handed out the previous September. On old St David’s Day (12 March) in the Gwaun valley of North Pembrokeshire the wax candle on the table was changed for a wooden one as a sign that it was no longer necessary to eat supper by candlelight. By the way, farm labourers would from then onwards be entitled to three meals a day as opposed to the just two during amser gwylad.

When industrialisation came it meant, at least initially, by no means the end of old folk customs. It rather refreshed them and new ones would come into being. For instance, with the end of amser gwylad, in the wool factories of rural Wales working by candlelight was suspended for the summer what the young people of Tal-y-bont, Cardiganshire, inspired to assemble in the middle of the village to form a procession, singing:

Ffarwel i’r hen ganhwyllau, ffarwel i wylad nos,

Ffarwel i fyned adra rhwng naw a deg y nos – hwre, hwre, hwre!

Ffarwel i’r hen ganhwyllau, fe ddaeth y Jiwbili,

A pheidiwch â rhyfeddu mai canu’r ydydm ni – hwe, hwre, hwre!

(Farewell to the old candles, farewell to keeping the evening,

Farewell to going home between nine and ten at night – hurray, hurray, hurray!

Farewell to the old candles, the Jubilee has come,

And don’t be surprised that we are singing – hurray, huray, hurray! )

It must be said that only with the introduction of electric light this marked change in people’s lives got lost. Before then the contrast between winter and summer would have left a much deeper impression on human experience. The coming of long summer evenings, when hearth traditions receded into the background, held out the promise of life in the open, even though this meant more likely toil than leisure back then.

Source:

Trefor M. Owen, The Customs and Traditions of Wales, 1991

Trefor M. Owen, Welsh Folk Customs, 1987

Wassailing

by Oak King - October 18th, 2010


The ancient custom of wassailing is in our days usually seen as part of the Christmas festivities but many argue that it is much older than that. This can easily be believed for there can be no doubt that the word itself is of anglo-saxon origin, deriving from waes hael, which means be hale or be whole, in other words be healthy or good health. Geoffrey of Monmouth, writing in 1135, takes us back to the banquet thrown by Hengist where his beautiful daughter Rowena salutes the future King of Britain Vortigern wit the words ‘Waes hael!‘ The Norsemen used to cheer a similar ‘Veis heill’! As both the Anglo-Saxons and Norse used to welcome guests by presenting them with a horn or goblet of ale or mead, the term evolved into a toast and when the Normans arrived on British shores they saw it as a blessing of the inhabitants of Britain in general.

What remains today is largely memories of young folks going from house to house on Twelfth Night, singing Wassail songs while holding out for food and drink and, when offered, would then bless the household and move on. This is referred to as social wassailing whilst in the far distant past it was almost certainly more relevant to people to bless their crops and livestock in order to ensure a good harvest in the newly beginning year and this was done by wassailing them. Even today, where there are pockets of the tradition survive (Whimple/Devon and Carhampton/Somerset for instance), people still salute for instance their apple trees, which shows just what a major role apples still play in the economy of the West Country for example.

So, how and when was/is it done? Although sometimes wassailing is done on the present Twelfth Night on the 5th January, traditionalists still adhere to ‘Old Twelfey Night’ on the 17th January. In the case of apple tree wassailing the ceremony usually begins just before or after dark by choosing the oldest or most venerable tree and praising it with chants and rhymes for its fruitfulness in previous years with the hope that it may do even better in the coming harvest. Then the tree spirits are awakened by sounding horns, beating kettles and saucepans or firing guns. Sometimes the tree is even gently beaten with sticks. From the wassail bowl the liquid, plain or spiced cider, is poured all over the roots and either a wassail cake or toast soaked in cider placed in the forks of the branches. There used to be the belief that the tree spirits were incarnated in robins and other small birds and sometimes young boys were lifted onto the trees representing them and who would then receive gifts of bread or cheese. Finally Wassail songs are sung to the tree and dancing round it commences. An interesting end to the proceedings is known from Devon where after the proceedings the menfolk would not be let into the house until they have guessed the kind of roast that’s being prepared inside. Isn’t this a wonderful example of women being the guardians of a threshold (easily imaginable as between this world and another world) whose permission must be sought and gained in order to cross it?

Needless to say that there are many local variations to the ceremony and manifold too are the rhymes that are chanted. To illustrate this, the following is a rhyme that has come down to us from Devon:

Here’s to thee, old apple tree,
Whence thou mayst bud
And whence thou mayst blow!
And whence thou mayst bear apples enow!
Hats full! Caps full!
Bushel–bushel–sacks full,
And my pockets full too! Huzza!

And this one stems from Gloucestershire:

Blowe, blowe, bear well,
Spring well in April,
Every sprig and every spray
Bear a bushel of apples against
Next new year’s day

Of all the rhymes I came across, this one from Devon which is my personal favourite and obviously of great antiquity:

“Wassaile the trees

That they may beare

You many a plum, and many a peare;

For more or less fruits they will bring,

As you do give them wassailing.”

(1647)

Again, from Devon hails this powerful blessing of crops and biests:

Good luck to the hoof and horn
Good luck to the flock and fleece
Good luck to the growers of corn
With blessings of plenty and peace

Being still part of a well known folk song known as the Somerset Wassail, this rhyme was widely used in social wassailing:

Wassail, oh wassail all over the town
The cup it is white, the ale it is brown
The cup it is made of the good ashen tree
And so is the beer of the best barley

This social variant of wassailing may well have its roots in the Saxon custom of the Lord of the manor at the beginning of the year shouting Waes hael! to which the assembled crowd replies Drinc hael!, meaning drink and be healthy.

Stripped from the later Christian embroidery and taken back to its true roots, wassailing offers itself easily as a ritual activity for which this time of Imbolc is suited like no other. Now that we begin to prepare the ground and put first seeds into soil we might as well combine this with a simple ritual, based on the ancient tradition of wassailing, to honour the earth and invoke the spirits inherent in the seeds, plants and trees around us. This chimes in well with the earliest recorded practice of pouring sanctified liquid onto dormant crops and orchards after the harvest to bless the ground for the coming of spring, a practice which then evolved into apple tree wassailing. Some of us might keep chickens, goats or other livestock so why not show them reverence that way too? And if we have a chance to get together with like-minded people we may even go as far as wassailing our own life, and/or that of others, to invoke fruitfulness in our personal and spiritual development through the coming year.

In the hope that this might fire your imagination to create an even more meaningful start into the new year, I’ll drink to thee and wish thee

WASSAIL!!!

Away with the fairies?

by Oak King - October 18th, 2010


In the days before industrialisation and the coming of the railway rural Wales, especially her western upland areas, was still very much closed off from the rest of Britain. Generally, people lived and worked in the same place all their lives, knew everyone and everything, walked to where ever they had to go to and word of mouth was the most common way news travelled.

In this setting ancient customs and traditions were kept alive and tales of awe and wonder were passed down from generation to generation. The belief in fairies was widespread and in many parts of Wales fairy mythology flourished. People easily shared their world with beings from the unseen world and from the reports that have come down to us it becomes clear that they wanted to be taken seriously. When in the 19th century the world of industry and commerce began to literally make inroads into into rural Wales the native population was eager not to be seen eccentric and, in order to conform with the ’sophisticated’ incomers, all too easily let go of much of their rich traditions and deeply held beliefs. It is down to folklorists and antiquarians such as Sir John Rhys and David Jenkins, who towards the end of that century collected and wrote down a good deal of these oral traditions, that we are able to get a glimpse into the belief system of our forebears today.

In parts of South Wales (Dyfed) the fairies used to be known as Plant Rhys Dwfn, meaning The Children of Rhys of the Deep, which marks them quite clearly as being rooted in the Celtic otherworld of Annwn, also referred to in English as The Deep. In Glamorgan they were also called Bendith y Mamau, literally The Blessing of the Mothers for it was seen as a blessing to be on good terms with them. Their most common name though is Y Tylwyth Teg, the Fair or Beautiful Family which does them far more justice than the word fairy with its associations of Victorian fancy. Even the often employed term Fair Folk seems rather incorrect in that it does not relate to the belief in ancestral spirits which only the term Fair Family mirrors, for these fairies are of an ancient and robust kind. In his 1880 book British Goblins Wirt Sikes, an American who came to Cardiff as a consul and later settled in Wales, undertook a classification of Welsh fairies according to their kind of habitat. Thus we have the Ellyllon (elves of the groves and valleys), the Coblynau (mine fairies), the Bwbachod (household fairies), the Gwragedd Annwn (fairies of the lakes and streams) and the Gwyllion (mountain fairies), all of which displaying their very own characteristics.

The following distinction of the types of fairy is to be found in Sir John Rhys’ volume Celtic Folklore, first published in 1901. Drawing on earlier articles by William Jones of Llangollen, whom he calls ‘the best living authority on the folklore of Beddgelert, Drws-y-Coed and surrounding districts’, he says that ‘in some places the Tylwyth Teg are described as a small folk of a thieving nature, living in summer among the fern bushes in the mountains and in winter in the gorse and heather. These were wont to frequent the fairs and to steal money from farmer’s pockets, where they placed in its stead their own fairy money which looked like the coin of the realm but when it was paid for anything bought it would vanish in the pockets of the seller’. In other districts the fairies were described as ‘a little bigger and stronger folk, but these were also of a thieving disposition. They would lurk around people’s houses, looking for an opportunity to steal butter and cheese from the dairies and they skulked around the cow-yards in order to milk the cows and goats which they did so thoroughly that many a morning there was not a drop of milk to be had. The principal mischief however which those used to do was the carrying off of unbaptized infants and place in their stead their own wretched and peevish offspring’. That kind of fairie was said to live in caves in the mountains. He then goes on to say that ‘there is yet a third species of Tylwyth Teg, quite unlike the other two. Not only was this kind far more beautiful and comely than the others but they were also kind and honest towards mortals. Their whole nature was replete with joy and fun and hardly ever were they beheld other than engaged in some sort of merrymaking or another. They might be seen on bright moonlit nights, singing and carolling on the fair meadows and green slopes. Although they were spiritual and immortal beings, they still ate and drank like humans, married and had children. This kind of fairie was believed to live underground and the entrance to their world lay under hollow banks that overhung the deepest parts of lakes and rivers so that mortals could not follow them if they tried. They were also known for their cleanliness and rewarding neat maidservants and hospitable house wives’.

The latter is is a characteristic that features in many a tale. Mistresses would insist that their maidens clean the house thoroughly before going to bed to be sure that, if the Tylwyth Teg entered the house during the night, they would leave some pay on the hob. Sometimes a tin of water was left by the stairs and a clean cloth on the table with bread and cheese on it. In any case, even if they didn’t come, the house would be clean and tidy for the next morning.

Their liking of cheese is also found in one version of the well known tale of the Meddygon Myddfai (Physicians of Myddfai). Here the farmer sees the Lady of the Lake rowing up and down the lake in a golden boat with golden oars for many a night without her answering his call to become his wife. Stricken with desire for the beauty, he went for counsel to a soothsayer who dwelt in the mountains and recommended that he should entice the damsel with gifts of bread and cheese which he begun to do on Midsummer’s eve. But only when the next New Year’s Eve he floated seven of his best loaves of bread and his biggest, handsomest cheese on the water did she come ashore and agree to be his wife.

For mortals to marry a fairy was nothing so unusual in many districts of Wales but in all these cases she would return to her own world before too long. The story of the farmer’s son of Drws-y-Coed in Eryri (Snowdonia) who fell in love with one of the Tylwyth Teg contains a couple of unique elements though. One is that the young man actually seeks the permission of her father to marry his daughter which he readily gets, albeit on the usual condition that he should not strike his fairy wife with iron. As in all these tales, the inevitable happens one day when they both ride along near a lake and her horse slips into a bog to his belly. As he tries to help her onto his own horse her knee touches the iron stirrup, so then fairy song is heard nearby and before they reach their home she had disappeared back into fairyland. The other specific feature, linking the story clearly to Llyn y Dywarchen (Lake of the Sod or Turf) close by, is that the fairy and her mother devised a method which allowed her to still converse with her husband and her children, a beautiful girl and boy. As according to the laws of her own country she was no longer allowed to walk the earth with a mortal being they floated a large piece of turf from by the overhanging bank of the lake, where the gateway to their world was and, sitting on it for many hours, she was able to converse with her husband at the lake’s shore, which she did until the day he drew his last breath. It is said that their descendants owned Drws-y-Coed for many generations and that they intermarried with the people of the district. They were to be recognised by their light and fair complexion. In fact, many a fight was apparently caused at fairs at Dolbenmaen or Penmorfa when the men of the district of Eifionydd used to call their neighbours from the Pennant area ‘Bellisians’, for the name of the lady is also given as Bella.

During the last two decades of the 19th century John Rhys, for many years headteacher on the Isle of Anglesey and later the ‘first professor of Celtic at Oxford’, collected many tales of encounters with the Tylwyth Teg in the Lleyn peninsula. There the Fair Family showed the habit of borrowing padell a gradell to bake their bread at night. A gradell is a kind of round iron on which the dough is put and a padell some form of pan to put over it, back then still commonly used to bake a good loaf. Hence many good house wives would after their own baking leave these utensils out for the fairies to use who would in turn pay a reward by leaving them a loaf.

But there, as in many other places of Wales, the fairies were also feared for their stealing of infants and replacing them with their own offspring which at first was an exact look-a-like but quickly aged and grew exceedingly ugly. Many struggles took place to recover the stolen child with one method being to place the fairy infant on the floor and everyone present in the house to throw a piece of metal at it, which always worked to convince the Tylwyth Teg of their intention to kill the changeling and induced them to bring the right child back. A notable character, thought of by many to be a changeling, was a certain Elis Bach of Nant Gwrtheyrn below the iron age hill fort of Tre’r Ceiri. His father was a farmer there and his children were like ordinary folks, except Elis who was deformed with legs so short that his body seemed only inches off the ground when he walked. He had a squeaky voice but was of sharp wit and found his way among the rocks easily when searching for his father’s sheep and goats. What he is most remembered for is that, when his parents had guests for dinner and urged them to eat, Elis would squeak ‘Buta ‘nynna buta’r cwbwl’, meaning ‘Eating that means eating all we have’.

Not only infants were at risk of being kidnapped by the Tylwyth Teg but also young men were easily seduced and drawn into their world. Although some reports speak of mortal children happily playing with those of the fairies and farmers exchanging friendly words with the some of the Tylwyth in broad daylight, it was the nights of the full moon when they were in their element, emerging at midnight to sing and dance till cock-crow and in many locations the villagers were said to have sat and watched their frolics for hours. But when a young man, besotted with the beauty of their damsels, got too close then they could get drawn into their circle and a spell put onto them that made them invisible. The only way of getting him out of there was for the others to hold a long pole of mountain ash into their circle, because the fairies can not touch that, and when the young man came round he could get hold of the pole and be pulled out. But that had to be achieved before cock-crow or else he might spend many years with them, often thinking it’s only been minutes for they do not have the dimension of time. In that they truly do live in Annwn, the old Celtic otherworld rather than in the hills of Wales.

If it wasn’t their dancing that enchanted mortals then it was the fairies’ music that seduced them. The harp is said to have been played most widely, sometimes a fiddle was also heard and on grand occasions the sounding of a bugle. A recurring feature of their music was that it proved impossible for mortals to learn the tunes and quite often it was only just heard dying away as the fairies made off again over the mountains. But a few inspired souls obviously did manage to memorize some of their songs. Going back to the year 1881, John Rhys relates how the grandmother of the author Craigfryn Hughes used to recite and sing one that began like this:

Canu, canu, drwy y nos,

Dawnsio, dawnsio, ar Waen y Rhos

Y’ ngoleuni’r lleuad dlos:

Hapus ydym ni!

Pawb ohonom sydd yn llon

Heb un gofid dan ei fron:

Canu, dawnsio, ar y ton,

Dedwydd ydym ni!

Singing, singing, through the night,

Dancing, dancing, with our might,

Where the moon the moor doth light

Happy ever we!

One and all of merry mien,

Without sorrow are we seen,

Singing, dancing, on the green,

Gladsome ever we!

As for the language of the fairies, in most parts of Wales it seemed to have been the language of the district but from the Lleyn peninsula, pointing westwards like a finger towards Ireland, two different stories have been handed down to us. An old woman, who lived at Glan y Gors farm near Edern, had gone to a fair at Criccieth when on the way home she beheld a great crowd of men and women coming towards her. Stepping somewhat fearfully across a fence she let them pass and then continued on her way. Soon after another crowd of people appeared and so she crossed the fence again and stayed there until she could be sure they had gone. She was close enough to hear them talking and chatting but not a single word could she understand. It was not Welsh and she didn’t think it was English either, although it is likely that she did not even know English. She thought that the second crowd shouted ‘Wi’ to the one ahead who replied ‘Wi Wei’ or something similar. John Rhys interprets this incident as a Welsh phantom wedding march where the last crowd is on the heels of the first one who had kidnapped the bride.

At Perth y Celyn farm, also near Edern, lived a man by the name of Griffith Griffiths who was known for both his bodily strength and his great piety. One day, when he was in his prime, he set out on foot at two in the morning to walk to Caernarfon in order to pay his rent. When he got to Bwlch Trwyn Swncwll, where the road crosses between the three peaks of Yr Eifl mountains, what should he hear but a great deal of talking and then he saw a crowd of little men and little women fearlessly coming his way. He moved to a ditch to let them pass by and although they spoke loudly he could not understand a single word. He too thought that it was neither Welsh nor English but he believed them to be the Tylwyth Teg. Knowing that fairies are rather conservative and do knot know the pressure of ‘moving with the times’ it stands to reason that they spoke a far more ancient language and with well documented periods of immigration by settlers from Ireland this could well have been Goidelic, if not an even earlier idiom. The belief held by some that the old hill fort of Tre’r Ceiri, which tops one of these hills, was inhabited by a mixed race of Goidels and Picts would support that supposition.

Which brings us to the question of race. With our modern way of thinking we are most likely to rank the fairy races among nature spirits or elemental beings, visible to those whose consciousness is able to reach beyond the physical sphere. Writing during the later Victorian age, Wirt Sikes relates the two most common theories in his days as to the origin of the fairies. Not surprising that in a Wales dominated by non-conformist chapels in every village, the most widespread belief was that the Tylwyth Teg were the souls of mortals not good enough for heaven and not bad enough for hell. Condemned to live on earth, in secret places, they were thought of either incessantly toiling without ever harvesting the fruits of their labour or playing without ever getting any satisfaction out of it, and finally to be admitted to paradise on Resurrection day.

Another, both interesting and somewhat curious belief, first voiced at the close of the 18th century by a certain Reverend Peter Roberts, was that the Tylwyth Teg were the ancient Druids, hiding from their enemies. A variation of this notion, based on countless hostile landings of Irish settlers in Wales, was that the fairies represented small portions of these peoples either left behind or unable to return. Forced to live in caverns for fear of discovery they would send out their children at night in fanciful dress, for food and other provisions, thus securing themselves. But the customs of the fairies were considered too systematic and general to be an expression of a race reduced to distress and so the Druid version was favoured. To support this reasoning, Wirt quotes Roberts, author of the Collectanea Cambrica, stating that the customs of the Tylwyth Teg were ‘those of a consistent and regular policy instituted to prevent discovery, and to inspire fear of their power and a high opinion of their beneficence.’ Whatever one might think of the fairies, John Rhys rightly held that ‘As a reality to those who believed in them, the superstitions of our ancestors form an integral part of their history …. and it is a mark of an uncultured people not to know or not to care to know the history of the race.’

Returning to our time, knowledge has produced enough scepticism to generally replace faith, including that in the fairies, but who amongst us would not sometimes remember the innocence of childhood and feel a longing for a world less matter-of-fact, less practical, less commonplace and less subject to natural laws and their scientific explanation and find joy and comfort in fairy mythology with all it’s dramas, it’s wonders, it’s dreams and it’s delights. The contemporary author of many books on the history and mythology of Wales, Michael Senior, relates how in the second half of the 1990’s he was involved in a TV programme marking the centenary of the opening of the Snowdon mountain railway, where he was told in all seriousness of the negative effect it had on the Tylwyth Teg. Not being able to cross the continuous line of iron, the fairies of the southern slopes became confined and caused trouble in the valleys further south. The recent re-opening of the Welsh Highland narrow gauge railway that runs through the nearby Nant Colwyn valley, which was known to the old people of the area as Gwlad y Tylwyth Teg (Land of the fairies), may well have given rise to similar problems. Having made that journey myself not long ago, it did not take much effort for me to realize why the area came to be associated with the Fair Family.

One other person that I could name as a believer in the Tylwyth Teg in our days is my good friend and neighbour Alison. At the top of her garden she keeps a Fairy ring, a patch of grass that she never mows and that no-one is allowed in. Generally, wherever in the open Welsh countryside there is a circle of grass greener than its surroundings it is believed that is where the fairies dance and a misfortune might befall anyone entering it. But then, Wirt Sikes tells us that the Welsh sheep are the only beasts to eat the grass inside the fairy rings. All other creatures avoid it, but the sheep eat it greedily and hence the assumed superiority of Welsh mutton over all other.

In almost all reports of encounters with the Tylwyth Teg the information appears second hand, usually belonging to the previous one or two generations. That way the Fair Family always stays just beyond our direct grip, just as we can never touch a rainbow. Perhaps that is where the fascination in their exploits lies. And just like the appearance of a rainbow has its explanation, the tales of the Tylwyth Teg are more than idle nonsense of our childhood years and there are sufficient reasons for them to be in the world. Being firmly rooted in ancient mythology, they stretch our imagination, thus opening the gates to a world far greater than the one we can see with our eyes. May we continue to respect them!

Bibliography:

Rhys, John: Celtic Folklore, Oxford, 1901

Jenkins, David: Bedd Gelert, Pothmadoc, 1899

Sikes, Wirt: British Goblins, Pennsylvania, 1880

Senior, Michael: Faithful Hound, Llanwrst 2009

Plans for Samhain

by gillian - October 11th, 2010

Hello Everybody!

Autumn greetings in this most magnificent “indian summer” that we are being blessed with. I hope that you are all getting the chance to enjoy the warmth, clarity and beauty of it all?!

Before any more time elapses, I thought that I had better metaphorically put pen to paper and ask who would like to join us for Samhain celebrations? We will be meeting on Sunday the 31st October. It would be perfect if the weather could be as we are enjoying it now, as we plan to hold our ritual in Coed Elernion, a Woodland Trust owned property in Clynnog Fawr, (really more on the outskirts of Trevor) where we have found some lovely atmospheric locations among the trees. We will be gathering, either at 1.30.pm at our home in Dyffryn Nantlle, or else you can go straight to the entrance to the wood for 2 o’clock. (And don’t forget that the clocks are going back that weekend!)

We will be doing something connected to the/our ancestors. Also some deeply introspective work in darkness and simulated burial. It will be a more profound ritual this year, with the emphasis on healing and connection through the earth and our past. We will probably return to our home in Dyffryn Nantlle for our celebratory meal, bonfire and entertainment as darkness overtakes us and the evening begins.

As always, if anyone would like to contribute an activity or reading during ritual, you are greatly welcome to do so… just let me know roughly what you intend to do some time beforehand so that I can co-ordinate and weave everything into a cohesive whole. Similarly, if anyone would like to bring songs, music, readings, poetry, stories, etc for the evening, please do so!

Please do let me know if you are intending to come, as I need to assemble certain items for the ritual, and I need to know just how many I shall be catering for. Also, if you are coming and wish me to send directions as to exactly where we are meeting, let me know. And of course, please bring some edible contributions for the “feast”!

I will probably be sending out another email and posting more on the website a bit nearer the time with any other specific requirements… I’ll just see how it goes!

In the meantime, enjoy this glorious weather and your harvest!

Blessings of endings and completion to you all!

Coed Elernion

by Dafydd - September 19th, 2010

Or, a possible ritual site? A photo essay…

We have just spent this afternoon investigating a local woodland owned by the Woodland Trust called “Coed Elernion”, located near the village of Trefor. We discovered that there was a sizeable local wood owned by the Trust after browsing their website for information about one of their recent acquisitions near Dolgellau, and stumbling across their article about Coed Elernion by a very happy accident.

Newly discovered Coed Elernion

Newly "discovered" Coed Elernion

The woodland its self is not ancient; it was predominantly farmland until the early decades of the 20th century. However there are stands of ancient Oak trees amongst the smaller and more common Willow, Birch and Alder.

Bridging gaps

Bridging gaps

Old oak

Old oak

There is also a large stream running through the wood in a southerly direction: This is crossed several times by little bridges. (Do take care as these can be rather slippery as they’re not exactly new!)

Along this stream run boundary walls which often have mature trees nearby, notably Oak (pictured) and Sycamore.

Under the bridge

Under the bridge

By far one of the most promising aspects to this wood is that it has two small meadows in it; these are mown reasonably regularly to encourage the large array of wildflowers (and a substantial variety of magical and medicinal herbs) that are present in the area to flourish. These meadows have been planted with specimen trees around the edges. There is a bench, but only one.

Festival field?

Festival field?

Bench

Bench

The larger of these clearings looks to be ideally suited as a ritual site for future gatherings; the ground is firm and reasonably solid, although slightly sloping in nature.

According to the Woodland Trust’s website, the wood is infrequently used for leisure activities; something we did notice in the time we were there, as we only saw one lady walking a dog.

Boundary tree

Boundary tree

In parts the wood is rather on the boggy side of things, and as with any grove activity, stout clothes and shoes are recommended.  The Woodland Trust describe the site as having a “natural and undisturbed” nature. This is indeed the case and this is a most peaceful and beautiful place. Its natural regeneration continues with small oak and ash saplings starting to colonise the boggier ground hitherto the domain of Willow and Alder. We even noticed a small Yew tree. Holly too makes a regular appearance.

Babbling brook

Babbling brook

The view from on high...

The view from on high... The wood as seen from the mountain above

More information about this wood can be found at: http://www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/en/our-woods/Pages/about-this-wood.aspx?wood=4174

We very much hope and intend to hold a grove ritual in this wood in the future; grove members will of course be kept up to date on grove events.

Hope these photos have inspired you to check out this sacred place of natural regeneration yourself!

Calan Mai/Beltaine 2010

by Dafydd - May 7th, 2010

Last Saturday saw Cylch Blodeuwedd joining with our friends Caryl and Nigel in Nebo to celebrate Beltaine with their group of friends. They are establishing an OBOD seed group there, and it was lovely to help them celebrate this lovely time of year, and by far one of the most enjoyable of the wheel of the year’s rituals. We wish them every success with their new venture.

This Beltaine saw 30 people descending on Nebo. We arrived at Lunch time, and started the day’s activities by making a labyrinth – each of us had brought a kilo of cooked rise. After our creation took shape, we walked the labyrinth, accompanied by some very enthusiastic drumming – with the aim of tying a ribbon onto a pole in the middle. Then being lead out by the next person coming into the labyrinth – a lovely act of balance, and a very powerful thing!

Beltaine Labyrinth

Beltaine Labyrinth

After this the group was divided into men and women, each group with a set of tasks to perform to lead into the main ritual.

The main part of the ritual consisted of us coming back from our separate preparations and starting the main part of the ritual. The quarters were opened and Caryl lead us into the spirit of the day. The pattern being that men were on the outer ring of the circle, the ladies on the inner ring. The men then went outside of this circle to perform their feats of masculine prowess and general noisiness. Upon returning the the circle, the ladies suddenly burst into angelic waves of singing and turned round and presented the menfolk with flowers – that was unexpected for us guys, and completely de-fused the outpouring of masculine action and stomping that had gone before! Then one of the other activities was that we each came forward to the May King and May Queen (who each had their parts of the ritual to read also) and be presented with a pebble from a basket – presented by the May King to the ladies and the May Queen to the menfolk. This was followed by more readings and the circle being closed.

We then went inside to dry out and enjoy a lovely feast that everyone had contributed to.

Then Caryl lead us through a mummer’s play for the time of beltaine with some very colourful characters indeed; the winter dragon, pan, jack the green, st george -a very diverse collection. All acted out with masterful drama and superb props… despite hardly being able to move as we were all crammed into Caryl’s kitchen at this point!

After this came a little more food, and a little wine also. Singing and generally having a good time. Then as dusk approached, we went outside to light the Beltaine fires that the men had built previously. Those who felt adventurous jumped over the fires of course! More singing followed and then the evening started to wind down with people chatting, discussing and generally coming together as a community after a great celebration – a magic way to end a lovely day!

Beltaine Fires

Beltaine Fires

Happy Beltaine to all/Calan Mai Hapus i Bawb!!!

Videos of some of the day’s events are available here: http://druidicdawn.org/node/1971 – membership of Druidic Dawn is required as these aren’t really public.