I was travelling past Céis Coarran mountain this afternoon
a cloud was overhanging the mountain with tentacles dripping
over the caves like drips of icing falling from a cake, making
the mountain really seem like a mountain. The sort of scene
that just cannot be picked up by a camera.
reminded me of this lore ...
Coarran and name interpreted by many spellings and many meanings
as its myth origin goes back to when we had sounds, before we
had symbols for those sounds, before those symbols became words.
The words themselves were poetry as many words we have today
were not available for items and situation back then.
pregnant woman was a "woman carrying life." A person
feeling ill was "carrying a curse," with curse meaning
something very different back then, though still used in the
old way by local people today.
one I love is lightning being "fiery arrows" breo
na saigéad, which evolved into the name of Brighid we
use today. The oaks, the tree that attracts these "fiery
arrows" more than any other tree on earth and fire being
a "gift" that is needed to rekindle the new fires
and so a reverence for the Breo na Saigéad was born.
Born, like all life, from a womb somewhere.
Morrigu, the goddess of darkness said to now reign from the
Samhain until the following Beltaine.
Coarran, Cé - flow of life, calling to prayer; is - the
woman Céis - the woman carrying life.
Coarran - becoming words such as Corran the harper
Oran the deravid, derwydd, druid
Rowan the tree
Morrigu - the woman of the rowan
Céis Coarran - the woman of the rowan carrying life growing,
being nurtured by the spirit of the other world for the birth
of new life that follows after the breaking and flow of new
waters to fertilize the land at the following Imbolc.
But the Morrigu of the dark awakes breathing new fire to light
our hearths while the cauldron of the gifts of Brigid is revered
by the Corran harpers, the harpers of harps made of coarran,
the rowan with strings of bronze or gut or both and pegs of
oak to attract the spirit of the fiery arrows and the perching
of the birds sharing the sounds to which the strings will be
The sound boxs of the Coarrans, the corrans, the cruiters, are
of willow and should you pronounce of Céis as Kesh instead
of Kaysh you will be calling on the willow road - the willows
with its leaves of light and dark depending which side you look
when the leaves are green.
The willows that are at the estuary of the River Unshin, the
only river in Ireland to flow north now fed by the lake of the
fiery arrow, Lough Arrow once part of waters that isolated Céis
Coarran into an island.
The willows, the salle, the salley trees at this estuary that
became the W.B. Yeats song, "Salley Gardens" but was
this the birth of Brigid to Yeats while he was filled with lust
by the Sally Gardens,
my love and I did meet.
She crossed the Sally Gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree,
But I was young and foolish,
and with her did not agree".
while telling the Tale of The Trees that assembled sounds into
symbols, into words, into sentences, into language is said to
have told of Salle The Willow being the sound of the ebb and
flow of life between two worlds with the highest tides being
the two times of the upstream salmon at Samhain and Beltaine
when the tides are highest between the worlds, when the veils
between them are the thinnest and the waters touch.
Brigid passes through to guide the new life in the wombs waters
that will break at Imbolc.
The Morrigu's breath keeps our fires alight through the dark
while the Holly, Ivy, Pine and Yew stay green to remind us Bride's
blessing is true. T'is winter, 'tis womb time and our cauldrons
to see us through.