Mhór Filíochta

"great poetry" A shrine for Ogma, Aengus Óg, Brigid, Ecne, and Aí Mac Ollamain Irish deities of poetry, eloquence, learning, knowledge, and/or wisdom.

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Kisses 

As I kiss my lover I feel you As I peck my friend’s cheek I hear you laugh As I hug my family close I see your smile in my mind

In my dreams You came to me Your ruby hair making A halo atop your head Your beard just as curly and ruddy as your hair

You were wearing a tourist shirt and blue jeans with a brooch of a dove Odd atire for a god, I thought You wrapped me in your arms, and, laughing, kissed my cheeks We shared strawberry whiskey and

You told me I should kiss my friends more Advice I am happy to follow

[operation-lavender]

[victoriousvocabulary]

NEMORAL

[adjective]

of or pertaining to a wood or grove.

Etymology: from Latin nemorālis, from nemus, “grove”.

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Original: Luke Hillestad

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❤️❤️

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Brigid by Kyle Gray

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“Education is not the filling of a pail but the lighting of a fire.” - William Butler Yeats

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In the eyes of those who love you, you are beautiful, you are poetry.

Aoibhneas Nic Mhathúna (jcw)

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celtic deities:  brigid (ireland) - fire, springtime, poetry, craftwork, healing

the patroness of scholars, seers, poets, and craftsmen alike, brigid is celebrated at the end of winter with the first light of spring as the earth readies itself for birth again. she is said to hold the power of the fires of inspiration, of the forge, and of healing. 

sometimes equated with: brigantia (british & continental)

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Warwick Castle Library, by Elena Kurlaviciute.

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Ogma

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Ecne & Ogma

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Brigit by Laura Ramie

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Bride

Thalia Took

Bride (or Brigid) is a beloved goddess of the Celts known by many names, Bride being the Scots Gaelic variant. Her names mean “the Exalted One.” She tends the triple fires of smithcraft (physical fire), healing (the fire of life within), and poetry (the fire of the spirit). In balance to this She also presides over many healing springs. Cattle are sacred to Her, green is Her color, and, perhaps one of the reasons She is so beloved is that She is said to have invented beer! Her feast day of February 1st is called Imbolc (the Christian Candlemas), when the predictions for the coming spring’s weather were made, a remnant of which is seen in the modern Groundhog Day. She is daughter to the Dagda, and invented the first keening when her son Rúadán was killed.

The Cailleach, crone Goddess of winter, is said to imprison Bride in a mountain each winter; She is released on the 1st of February, traditionally the first day of Spring in parts of the British Isles.

Bride the Goddess proved so popular that when Christianity came by, they converted Her to a saint. Called “Mary of the Gaels” by the Irish, St. Brigid is believed to be the midwife to Mary at the birth of Jesus, and so was thought the patroness of childbirth. Her importance is such that She is one of the three patron saints of Ireland, with St. Patrick and St. Columcille. Her nineteen nuns (a solar number) kept an eternal flame burning at Her monastery at St. Kildare.

- Thalia Took 

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On 24 November 1996 Sorley MacLean, the noted Scottish poet, died.

MacLean is widely regarded as the greatest Gaelic poet of the Twentieth Century, and he is to be credited with giving a new literary standing to a language which at times seemed close to extinction. Works include Dain do Eimhir agus Dain Eile (Poems to Eimhir and Other Poems), a selection of mainly love poems written after MacLean returned from service in North Africa in 1943, where he was wounded three times.

It’s quite fitting to post his poignant poem Autumn day, both Gaelic and English translations are below. 

Latha Foghair

’S mi air an t-slios ud latha foghair, na sligean a’ sianail mum chluasan agus sianar marbh ri mo ghualainn, rag-mharbh – is reòthta mur b’ e ’n teas – mar gum b’ ann a’ fuireach ri fios. Nuair thàinig an sgriach a-mach às a’ ghrèin, à buille ’s bualadh do-fhaicsinn, leum an lasair agus streap an ceathach agus bhàrc e gacha rathad: dalladh nan sùl, sgoltadh claistinn. ’S ’na dhèidh, an sianar marbh, fad an latha; am measg nan sligean san t-srannraich anns a’ mhadainn, agus a-rithist aig meadhan-latha agus san fheasgar. Ris a’ ghrèin ’s i cho coma, cho geal cràiteach; air a’ ghainmhich ’s i cho tìorail socair bàidheil; agus fo reultan Afraga, ’s iad leugach àlainn. Ghabh aon Taghadh iadsan ’s cha d’ ghabh e mise, gun fhaighneachd dhinn cò b’ fheàrr no bu mhiosa: ar leam, cho diabhlaidh coma ris na sligean.

Sianar marbh rim o ghualainn latha foghair.

An Autumn Day.

On that slope on an autumn day, the shells soughing about my ears and six dead men at my shoulder, dead and stiff – and frozen were it not for the heat – as if they were waiting for a message. When the screech came out of the sun, out of an invisible throbbing, the flame leaped and the smoke climbed and surged every way: blinding of eyes, splitting of hearing. And after it, the six men dead the whole day; among the shells snoring in the morning, and again at midday and in the evening. In the sun, which was so indifferent, so white and painful; on the sand which was so comfortable, easy and kindly; and under the stars of Africa, jewelled and beautiful. One Election took them and did not take me, without asking us which was better or worse: it seemed as devilishly indifferent as the shells. Six men dead at my shoulder.

On an Autumn Day. translated by Sorley MacLean

[greatmindquotes]

“The wisest men follow their own direction.” - Euripides

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Diphylleia grayi, also known as the “skeleton flower” is native to the eastern United States and eastern Asia. The petals become transparent in the rain.

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