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Gwylnos y Gaeaf
On our lands the light dwindles,
the Sun dips low behind the hills,
the night gathers darkness.
So we hold our vigil for Epona - Gwylnos y Gaeaf - her steed stabled, a stillness of waiting for what will come.
Her vigil is long, night after night
while t...
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EPONA on the Paths of the Dead
from a funeral stone , Gaul.
EPONA : ar drywydd y meirw
Metamorphoses, transformations, transpositions
Identities lost and found as shapes shift
On the paths of the dead, finding
New ways to be alive as forms fuse
One to another : human to ba...
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Epona, Horse Mother, you were revered amongst the people of Lancashire thousands of years ago, as you shall be today. 'Mamm o March e trev Rheghed'
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The ways beyond the world are open to you
You hold the key for departing and becoming.
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A relief from your shrine in Trier where I visited especially to be with you.
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EPONALIA : 18 December in the Roman Calendar of Feast Days
Awakening from a dream
In the half-light of a winter dawn
The vision of a white horse
Bright against the starkness of the day
The Sun riding low on the saddle
Of a ridge shrouded with mist
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I ask a blessing from the Horse Mother and give thanks the she is here.
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Epona, I wrote this poem for you after the blood moon in 2015 and read it aloud to you at a ritual held in your honour that autumn. I offer it here as a written dedication at your shrine.
Apples
For Epona
The blood moon:
an apple in a goddess' eye
drops and I think of the windfall
c...
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Eponalia (18 December in the calendar of Roman Feast days)
The Sun sits low in the sky and dips even lower as his year draws to an end. The pale light of day soon passes to night. The tide ebbs. Each flower, each tree, each head of grass and grain, has shrunk to back to kernel: to hard seed, ...
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Rhiannon’s Birds
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River runs through the glade
Kingfisher flies, river speed,
racing water, glittering
flashes of bright colour
intermittent in dappled light,
sharp call briefly heard.
Such magical appearances
and disappearances mirror
Rhiannon’s riding, now here,
now there; Kingfisher kith
and kin wi...
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And see:
HERE
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The Horse Goddess
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Eponalia
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Epona on a funeral stele from Gaul
The Sun sits low in the sky and dips even lower as his year draws to an end. The pale light of day soon passes to night. The tide ebbs. Each flower, each tree, each head of grass and grain, has shrunk back to kernel: to hard seed, to nut, to reserved essence...
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Before the Winter Solstice - for the birth of the Sun
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PRAYER
‘ O fy nghalon i’
Words spoken at an altar
Loudly … evenly … softly, fading
To a whisper
Horse paths on which she rides
In the echoes of these words
Following, as I follow,
Tracks that wind
And bind …..
‘O fy nghalon i’
Whispered. … spoken … declaimed
Tracking back...
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..... and so it was
Dedications
On ‘The Horse Goddess’
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As the Spring Equinox approaches I resolve to re-lay and extend Rhiannon’s shrine.
So will it be.
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At Samhain I put a grey shroud around the horse on the Altar of Rhiannon. When to take it off? I had not thought that I would be considering this question so early in the year. But the weather is mild and sunny. Spring seems to be burgeoning. Yet it could get colder again before the full ...
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Winter Vigil
Mererid’s well is a quiet place: the waters still
It is a site of winter vigil;
Rhiannon’s shrine is lonely, but still haunted
So I keep company with her here, undaunted.
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Gweddi y Gaeaf
Rhiannon, er rwyt yn bell draw
Yn Annwfn
Eto rwyt yma,
Yn ein calonnau ni.
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I touch white water falling Mererid
from your sacred fountain;
Feel its wetness touching skin
and roses on Rhiannon's shrine.
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Slow Worm
A beautiful bronze slow worm was on the stone in front of my garden shrine this morning. It stayed a while then slid sinuously under the fountain and so lives now in the care of Mererid, Guardian of the Shrine.
In the Realm of Rhiannon such treasures are blessings :
Rhianno...
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Roses of Summer celebrate your season
They bloom here in dedication, some planted
Some placed here as offerings - all shaping
A garden that is your sacred space
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For Rhiannon with coming of May Blosom
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Mayday, but not time just yet to honour her coming
From the Otherworld - Rhiannon on a pale white horse
Evanescing like a glimpse of a first leaf in twilight - there
Then not there - as shadows rise and fall at the edge
Of the wood. I’ll wait for another turn of the Moon,
A new crescent...
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Prayer to Rhiannon
Rhiannon who is all things sweet as apples ...
Relief touches my core, soft as a palmful of blossom on my cheek ...
When my heart is open to love.
Yet hurt stings my heart's interior.
How may I heal?
You know the hearts of children so well, as you know the stars....
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For Rhiannon in February
Bright days, cold streams, sun glittering on water
So I think of you far away in the Otherworld
Yet here too in our hearts.
Cloudy days, rain glistening on your altar
- the pale horse I have placed there for you -
So I think of you riding out of the mist:
He...
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For The Birds of Rhiannon at The Dark of the Moon in November
‘dyuot tri aderyn, a dechrau canu udunt ….. uch ben y weilgi allan’ (*)
Branwen Uerch Lyr
~§~
Birds of Rhiannon, sing for the dying
Over the waves of the wolf-grey sea;
Gather them with you, those who are leaving
Beh...
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Tonight is Calan Gaeaf, Samhain, Halloween, call it what you will.
But the leaves are still on the trees and roses still bloom on my bushes so there are still some to put on Rhiannon's altar.
I am not bound by the traditional date for the passing into Winter, but will wait a while until t...
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This shrine is one of many, inside, outside or in this virtual world that I can visit; for you are everywhere and so I make a space for you in every place I can.
Bydded bendith ar bawb sy'n ymweld â safle hwn.
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Each rose I place on your altar
Is an act of love,
Of devotion :
Day after day
While roses blossom
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I watch the first rays brush the hills, hazy with distance
Hills shaped like horses , the roundness of their rumps,
the curve of their backs, the gentle round rise of their necks
From such hills you come
The color of frost
With the freedom of wind
Ghostlike and graceful
I sigh whis...
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For Rigantona at Calan Mai
Rigantona, the gates of your world are open
As are the blossoms on the boughs
Scenting the air with Summer
As you ride across the land.
Rigantona, you are radiant in the dawn
As sunlight on the morning dew.
You are radiant at the middle-day
As the Sun cl...
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A horse glides like cloud
across the land, no sound
but an intake of breath
Held in suspense
of your coming, expectant
for the gift of Summer
Promised on each blossoming bough
of blackthorn ... apple ... hawthorn:
the scents of your coming, gathering
Strength each week, each d...
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Evolving acts of daily devotion
Awakening awen
As from the bubbling spring
Witness of each offering.
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Rigantona, the gates of your world are open
As are the blossoms on the boughs
Scenting the air with Summer
As you ride across the land.
Rigantona, you are radiant in the dawn
As sunlight on the morning dew.
You are radiant at the middle-day
As the Sun climbs higher in the sky.
Riga...
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Rhiannon - it is in the darkness that you ride
across the plains of Annwn - for us here
it is the darkness of Winter’s night
but I see you there, your horse
pacing the wind, in a mist of deep burgundy.
If you were to take me now,
up onto your steed
we would fly across the plain,
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At the Dark o the Moon following Samhain
By Orion's light
At the Dark of the Moon
Now the hawthorn tree is bare
As the Hunter’s spoor is laid tonight
A shadow passes through the veil
Of Annwfn on a Grey Mare.
Rigantona, roses wither on your altar;
As winter falls across the land
I...
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{a continuation of 'Rhiannon's Apples' .....}
Dark elderberries hang on twisted boughs
Unpicked and shrivelled,
Bare twigs twist to point the way
That turns upon itself a shadow veil
Shielding the world she is leaving behind
As she rides the grey mare
Fading to grey mist f...
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Rhiannon's Apples
Apples shed into the shade of the tree
Such is the season’s trade
Between sunshine and shadow
Cast across light’s pellucid glow
As the Grey Mare passes, September’s spent
Fruit grounded in October’s
Splendour, her reins passed over
To crooked fingers of Elder...
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Rhiannon’s Roses
This second flowering has come after the drought
It is for her they bloom
In the late light of the year
On spiny stems or on her altar.
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Rhiannon and Pwyll
At Springtide she came astride a white steed,
Shifted her veil as a bride.
Feasting he sat at her side,
Gifted Gwawl, ill-advised!
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Hearing The Birds of Rhiannon on a Stony Beach
Hold the stone tight in your hand
Hear it sing, the singing stone
Hear her birds singing sweetly
In the high notes; in the low notes
Croaking, cawing. Modulations
High to low :
The stone is hot
The stone is cold
The stone .....
It ha...
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A stillness and a quietness of contemplation suddenly illuminated by a flash of brightness,
a familiar shift into vision:
I get a sense of you passing, your horse stepping on
And you wearing not the golden silks of the story
But a leather surcoat that is tangible, its scent and its textur...
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Intimations
Palpitations at hoofbeats pounding – near or far? –
at the limits of listening,
susurrations of your birds’ singing;
such shifts of awen’s gifts you bring.
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Work on reconstructing my garden altar is proceeding towards mayday when i will welcome Rhiannon back from the Otherworld in May.
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(Image links to Devotional Diary)
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with rose petals
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