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I sometimes have a hard time deciding where to publish things like this. So I’m posting it to Daven’s Journal as well as to my private Livejournal, simply because it is important to each.
Rhiannon of the Birds, Goddess, mother of Pryderi, beloved and wife of both Pwyll (Chancellor of Anwynn) and Manawydan (god of the sea). Mother figure, Queen and associated with Horses (and in some studies, linked to Epona). Former Goddess and denizen of the Bright World, where she was betrothed to a god she didn’t like, whose brother took revenge on her later, destroying Dyfed, Pwyll’s kingdom.
- I have seen no references connecting her to birds, other than a passing mention in the Mabinogion, and specifically the story of Branwen by the head of Bran the Blessed who is trying to make sure his comrades are healed in mind, body and soul. He mentions that the Birds have a song that will allow rest and peace.
- Her connection to horses is somewhat more provable. The first mention is when Pwyll is chasing her and trying to speak to Her. She never moves her horse out of a trot, yet it keeps going faster than the fastest horse that Pwyll can mount, and he only catches up to Her when he asks Her to stop.
This is a funny thing I got a while back. It’s been kicking around on my hard drive for ages. Finally, on this day of Yule with the Full Moon and Lunar Eclipse (all at the same time), the stars have aligned correctly for me to share this with you all.
Please note, I do not take any responsibility for any insanity you may experience as a result of this, and I will not do anything to help you. You read this all at your own peril, or perfection, whichever you prefer.
I went looking for this today because I didn’t remember it all, but it is so perfect that I wanted to share here again, just so that you can all remember along with me and enjoy it again.
So, I’m standing at a bus stop and they pull up. A car load of well meaning, bible thumping nut cases that are just frantic! The middle aged professionally dressed woman rushes forward…She takes my arm and with trembling voices she asks….”Have you found Jesus?” Her eyes plead with an urgency that is out of proportion to a bus stop.
Now normally I just politely decline the sermon, and free religious paperwork that such folk pawn off on unsuspecting by-standers. But, unfortunately for her, she is the fourth car to accost me in the last 9 minutes. So by now I’m beginning to wonder what the heck is wrong with these people. I mean if its not Christians it is the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Can a simple Druid get no peace?
So calmly as I can muster, without being sarcastic I reply, “You people lost him, again??”
Reposted from my Deviant Art account (only there to allow me to look at other’s work) on Sat Oct 7, 2006, 6:33 PM
Lord of the Hunt
Master of the Pack
I thank you.
You are everything a father could be
You are my example
You show me how to be a man
You teach me to take care of those in my charge
You have helped me at the lowest points of my life.
I am unworthy of Your notice.
I have done all I can
And I keep failing
I keep demanding like a
petulant child that things be my way
Not how they actually are.
I have said I would do anything
Well, obviously I won’t
I have not actually done anything
In fact, it’s hard for me to do anything
And because of that my family suffers.
Perhaps it is because I’m a cat
Instead of a pack animal.
I know how a pack moves,
the way it thinks
the way it feels.
But a cat is solitary
Wandering and doing what it wants
not what it needful for others.