The Morrigu, Willows and Samhain

As 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.

but reminded me of this lore ...

Céis 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.

A 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.

The 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.

The Morrigu, the goddess of darkness said to now reign from the Samhain until the following Beltaine.

Céis 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 tuned.

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 ....

"Down 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".

Ogma, 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.