Wednesday, 27 April 2011

The Springtide and the coming of the May

For those of us living in the so-called developed world, it is difficult and perhaps impossible, to ignore the current focus of both the secular and Christian world. Those of us within Paganism and the Craft however, may hold a different perspective on current trends.

Much of the secular world and indeed our own Christian friends have been focused upon the Eastertide, the great observance and celebration of renewal and the promise of new life. Although falling this year in April and later than what is perhaps usual, the associated symbolism is still decidedly spring-like.

We in the Hearth have a somewhat different calendar. Our own spring observance, a celebration of the mid-point rather than the beginning of spring, was some weeks ago. Our focus now is very much on the coming of the May.

Many today know the spring equinox as Ostara or Eostre, the name of a Saxon Goddess of the Spring, a balance to the autumn equinox known by the name of a Celtic God, Mabon. For many years now, I have been uneasy using these names, preferring to call the equinoxes as exactly that, the equinoxes. It is a personal choice.

If ones’ practice is influenced by one culture or another, be it Saxon or Celt, then there is an argument for using one of these titles. I myself lean perhaps more towards the Saxon than the Celt and find admittedly, Ostara somewhat more acceptable as the name of a festival than Mabon, even though I rarely use it.

The adoption of these names for our contemporary festivals by many, without a close examination of their origin, reflects that sad mid-Atlantic and perhaps “Wiccanesque” standardisation of practice prevalent in contemporary Paganism. I for one prefer to celebrate our regional differences.

Ostara or Eostre is an enigmatic Goddess whose origin is unknown and if it was not for some brief mention by Bede, her name would be lost to us. We know so little about her historically, that it is luck that her name has survived to lend itself to both the Pagan and Christian spring festival. We could so easily be calling both festivals by very different names.

However, it is not the name that matters but the associated symbolism and the related meaning. Ostara or Eostre, is most likely a localised manifestation of the Goddess of Spring, celebrations in whose honour can be deduced from history and based on the evidence available to us, calling this spring festival Ostara, may have more validity than calling the autumn equinox Mabon.

Ostara is a Goddess with a meaning that is cross-cultural and universal, as are the symbols associated with the spring. The egg as a symbol of renewal and birth, crosses the same cultural boundaries. The Easter Bunny, a well known corruption of the Sacred Hare, leads us to draw comparisons with other “Hare Goddesses” and is yet another symbol with a wealth of meaning. Neither the egg nor the hare uniquely belong to the new religion but have been grafted on through folklore and tradition to become elements of a Christian Easter.

The second focus that the world currently appears obsessed with is quite obviously the wedding of the future heir to the English throne. The close proximity of Easter, with the feast day of Saint George falling between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, followed by a second Bank Holiday for the wedding at the beginning of the May Day weekend, has given many of us the opportunity to celebrate everything quintessentially English.

While on the one hand the spring like elements incorporated within the symbolism and celebration of Easter might appear somewhat out of season. The celebration of the marriage of a future king so close to May Day, with all its royal associations linked to the Oak King and the romantic and indeed sexual nature of Beltaine itself, merely seeks to emphasise the forcefully energetic elements found within these inter-related events.

The Maytide is near upon us and it is a time of celebration. It is a time to honour whichever royal house you favour, whether it is the House of Windsor or the House of the Greenwood.

FFF&F. Magpie.

Monday, 11 April 2011

"Broadsword" by Jethro Tull

I see a dark sail on the horizon.
Set under a black cloud that hides the sun.

Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing.
Take women and children and bed them down.

Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me.
Bless the women and children who firm our hands.
Put our backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.


Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Peacocks, Buzzards and Crows

The beginning of April, Mothering Sunday and a fine day full of sunshine and hope. I am collected late morning by friends whose friendship is itself both a surprise and a pleasure, we journey back in time through English history and over the border to Tutbury.

Here, we discover much to our delight that this ancient Norman castle is open to the public, it being the first day of the season. Approaching from the outer bailey we see buzzards soaring above, sweeping over us in courtship and shrieking a royal welcome as we arrive at the gate. There are warning signs advising the public not to cross the defensive ditch by any route other that the bridge, there is a ram in the ditch. We never get to see that ram but I can't help hoping he is a black one.



Another royal bird, heard but never seen, serenades our arrival and delights us with its call as we explore the Jewel that is Tutbury. The peacock, the bird of Juno and others shrills out from behind the towers. Hidden from view he is another Jewel waiting to be found. A bird of sun and stars and as ever watchful as the thousand eyes on his tale.

Above us the ever present birds of wisdom and fate circle as we climb the towers, appreciating the land about us, the distant views and the sense of history gained by visiting a place such as Tutbury. Once this was the home of the De Ferrers and then later the Dukes of Lancaster, now famous as a one time prison of Mary of Scotland, this castle saw battle in more than one civil war before it was slighted by Cromwell.

Much has been lost yet much remains, like Paganism, Folklore and the Craft, a puzzle to be deciphered, reconstituted and rediscovered on a quest to understand. Every bird and heraldic beast tells us a story and leads us to a moment of  wonder, each tribe had its totem, each family its crest, we each our own badge choose or more usually, have it chosen for us.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Ticknall March 2011


The spring marches on as the weather warms and the greenery of the local countryside continues to deepen. This I observed today as I enjoyed a short walk with a friend through the woods near Ticknall. Our walk ran along the edge of the Calke Abbey estate, formally owned by the Harpur-Crewe family. The woodland where we explored bears the scars of 18th century lime workings, complete with trails, tunnels, bridges and deep pits. Yet nature has reclaimed what is in effect an old industrial site. Rare plants, clematis, orchid and others now grow here, the bird life is abundant and the deer roam free. Nature can perhaps be tamed but not indefinitely, nature will eventually take back the land from the hand of man, to leave little or no sign of our passing.

This part of our county was once replete with families of note, baronets and earls. There are houses and churches of fine architectural appearance, many bearing heraldic devices of fascination. In Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire as in other counties, the stag is one of the most noticeable heraldic beasts. The fairies' own White Hart and the Horned God of the underworld roams in splendour to this day. The families that bore him as a crest have like the lime workings, mostly gone but he remains, present and tangible.

"What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
Then sing him home:
[The rest shall bear this burden.]
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father's father wore it;
And thy father bore it;
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn."

 

From "As You Like It " Act IV, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare.

Monday, 28 March 2011

The Derby Ram or "Ye Olde Tup" Mummers Play as performed by the HTW 2010


Picture © the Chattering Magpie 2015

The 'ram' is a member of the group dressed in a sheep skin complete with a ram skull, who with a bag of apples over their shoulder but hidden under the skin, parades around the circle while the rest of the group sing or chant the following:

        "As I was going to Derby
        All on a market day,
        I met the finest tup, sir,
        That ever was fed on hay.
        Fay-lay, fay-lay,
        Fay-lay, lad-digo-lay.
   
        This tup was fat behind, sir,
        This tup was fat before,
        This tup, was nine feet high, sir,
        If not a little more.
        Fay-lay, fay-lay,
        Fay-lay, lad-digo-lay.

        The horns that grew on this tup's head
        They were so mighty high,
        That every time it shook its head
        They rattled against the sky.
        Fay-lay, fay-lay,
        Fay-lay, lad-digo-lay."

    1st Speaker

        Is there a butcher in this town?

    2nd Speaker.

        Our Bob's a blacksmith.

    1st Speaker.

        I don't want a blacksmith. I want a butcher.

    3rd Speaker.

        Well! here I am! I'm a butcher!
        Where do you want him sticking? In't 'eard. or in't arse?

    1st Speaker.

        In't 'eard of course.

    3rd Speaker

        Well ! Let's stick 'im in't arse then.

The group proceeds to chase after the tup, hitting him (gently) with the sticks until he falls down dead. Then the butcher (played by the Defender of the Hearth) symbolically cuts off the head (removes the skull). Out falls a bag of apples, which the butcher then seizes and will be distributed amongst the group at the end of the play. All sing again:

        "The butcher that killed this tup, sir,
        Was in danger of his life ;
        He was up to his knees in blood, sir,
        And prayed for a longer life.
        Fay-lay, fay-lay,
        Fay-lay, lad-digo-lay.

        And all the men of Derby
        Came begging for his eyes,
        To makes themselves some footballs of,
        For they were football size.
        Fay-lay, fay-lay,
        Fay-lay, lad-digo-lay.

        And all the women of Derby
        Came begging for its ears,
        To make their leather aprons of
        To last them forty years.
        Fay-lay, fay-lay,
        Fay-lay, lad-digo-lay.

        And all the ringers of Derby
        Came begging for its tail,
        To ring St. George's passing bell
        From the top of Derby jail.
        Fay-lay, fay-lay,
        Fay-lay, lad-digo-lay.

        And now my song is ended,
        I have no more to say ;
        Please give us all an apple now
        And we will go away. "

The Derby Ram is a traditional Derbyshire mummers play and folksong, edited by members  of the HTW for use in our Autumn Equinox ritual (Merry 2010).


Picture © the Chattering Magpie 2015

Silver Wheel Volume 3 available from May 2011


Contents Volume 3
The Provocation of Religion by Emma Restall-Orr
The Bogeyman by Nigel Pennick
Biddy Early - A Political Witch? by Dr Bob Curran
The Soul Captivation of Clerk Colville by Dr Michael Berman
Dancing With Death - the Evolution of an Archetype by Kristoffer Hughes
Yule - Dissolution and Renewal by Anna Franklin
My Healing Path by Soraya
The Five Directions by Simon Danser
Achieving Awen by Andrea Brown
Consecration of a Sacred Dagger by D.B.Griffith
Call me Shiva- the Place of Chaos in Creativity by Andrea Brown
Candle Magic by Paul Walton
Crosswords by Yvette Davies
The Dance of the Maiden by Michelle Axe
The Enchantment of the Shape-shifter Gearhoidh Iarla by Dr Michael Berman
Hallowing of the Compass by Chattering Magpie
In Search of the Gypsy Laddie by Dr Michael Berman
New Year and the Compitalia -  to honour the household gods by Pat Regan
Magick in the 21st Century and its Importance by Merrymoon
Mankind and Movement – The Importance of Physical Expression by Andrea Brown
Midwifing the Dying by Andrea Brown
Children of Cain - Modern Traditional Witches by Michael Howard
Natsiliani (Magical Birthmarks) by Dr Michael Berman
Organism v Organisation by Andrea Brown
Pagan symbolism within the Sherwood Legends by Chattering Magpie
The Ethical Bind Rune by Graham Butcher 
Muspel the First Realm by Tim Jones 
The Mothering Year by Jess Ablewhite 
The Sign of the Horned One by Pat Regan

Silver Wheel Volume 2 available from May 2010

Contents of volume 2
The Wild Hunt Rides by Michael Howard
Hekate, Bright Goddess of the Mysteries  by Sorita D’este
Hecate’s Trip to the Liver Clinic  by Bella Basura
Belief, Desire and Magical Intent  by Simon Danser
The Mysteries of Mabon   by Wade MacMorrighan
The Eightfold Path by Peter Nash
Hallowtide Ritual   by Eachwen Colldwr
Round and Round the Circle by Jean Dark
The Symbol with Many Meanings  by  Ron Ford
Handfasting Ceremony   by D.B.Griffith & June Todd
Magic in the Smoke  by Paul Walton
Makemake    by Alison Chester-Lambert
Lammas Ritual of Sacrifice by D.B.Griffith
Pines on the Horizon   by Nigel Pennick
Plantlore and Herbcraft     by Philip Carr-Gomm
Polarity in Magical Partnerships by J. and P McCarthy
Simple Numerology  by Soraya
The Great Earl and the Black Abbess   by Dr Bob Curran
The Ritual of the Norwegian Blue   by D.B.Griffith
Ritual in Wicca  by Peter Nash
Wines through the Year    by Paul Walton
Working with Mott and Megin by Graham Butcher
The Return of the Rightful King  by Anna Franklin
Pagan Postcards from Lancashire by Wisty Jeffcott
The Goddess in Norfolk   by  Jean Dark
The Island of Skeletons    by  Dr Michael Berman
The Back Garden Moon Starer   by  Tim Goodwin

Silver Wheel Volume 1 available from May 2009

Contents of Volume 1:
Traditional Rites and Ceremonies of May Day Britain by Nigel Pennick
Wise Women and Fairy Doctors in Hidden Ireland by Dr Bob Curran
The Herfest Hearth Witch by Paul Walton
Betrothal Ceremony by Kat Clegg and Daniel Bran Griffith
The Imbolc Hearth Witch by Paul Walton
A Meeting with Paskunji and an Audience with Ghemerti by Dr Michael Berman
The Lughnasa Hearth Witch by Paul Walton
Picking Blackberries by Jean Dark
The Peace Labyrinth by Jean Dark and Tim Goodwin
Science and Paganism - a Personal Journey by Sally Singer-Fraser
Wicca and Exorcism by Peter Nash
The Ostara Hearth Witch by Paul Walton
Sad-eyed Lady of the Badlands by Bella Basura
Summer Solstice Ritual by Chattering Magpie
The Beltane Hearth Witch by Paul Walton
Through the Veil at Summer's End by Daniel Bran Griffith
Yule Ritual by Loretta Merry
The Coamhain Hearth Witch by Paul Walton
Reflections on Soul, Spirit and Energy by Ron Ford
The Esbat Hearth Witch by Paul Walton
Cleaning the Witch Way by Soraya
Moon Gardening by Lucie Belikova
The Feast of the Flame by Wade Mac Morrighan
Pluto, Lord of the Invisible Realms by Alison Chester-Lambert
Breads by Paul Walton
Making a Notebook Cover by Jean Dark
Gerald Gardner and the New Forest Coven by Michael Howard
The Healthy Diet Conundrum by Anna Franklin
Crosswords by Yvette Davies
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