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Post by nellie on Apr 17, 2011 7:29:29 GMT -1
Well done  I'd love to hear some singing Potia, you need some youtube videos or something! |
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Post by potia on Apr 17, 2011 11:48:14 GMT -1
Well done I'd love to hear some singing Potia, you need some youtube videos or something! Recorded stuff available in mp3 format on my basic website at sites.google.com/site/potiaka/just-voiceMost of it is chants I developed years ago but a version of my hymn to Epona is there. I tend to sing it a bit differently now and it changes depending on circumstances a bit too. Enjoy |
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Post by nellie on Apr 17, 2011 12:01:18 GMT -1
Potia that is beautiful!
I've just listened to your hymn to Epona, and really it is beautiful. I'm going to need to learn that myself. You have a real talent, thanks for the link.
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Post by Heron on Apr 18, 2011 20:04:06 GMT -1
It seemed so long ago, but also no more than a moment, since that day she passed through. It is like that for gods. Time is both Eternity and instantaneous; Space is both Infinity and as close as breath. But things had been ebbing away then. That fading that is one of the waves of her being, one of the drifts of her thought: that time when the Grey Mare was led into the stable. When she wore a dark shroud ….. Wasn’t that someone else? So long ago compared to now. Apple blossom gleams in the morning sunshine. A drifting mist of early dawn clears slowly as the day warms. As it clears, she rides her white steed through the gate of dawn. In a forest – its floor a mist of bluebells – her birds stir. Their song covers the last echoes of winter, brings the burgeoning of spring and the promise of summer. As she rides she listens. She hears the song of the birds even as she calls upon them to sing. The awakening land responds as her senses sharpen to the breeze, the sun, the green leaves of her flowering trees. Who does she seek? What else does she listen for? The songs her people sing for her, as she rides for them. Rigantona of the days before, Rhiannon of the days that come after, Great Queen, your people do you homage As you come again amongst us and your land awakens. * Rigantona, we strew rose petals about your altar
For your coming from the Otherworld.
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Post by potia on Apr 19, 2011 8:13:40 GMT -1
Stunning Heron, simply stunning.
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Post by Lee on Apr 25, 2011 13:59:34 GMT -1
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Post by Heron on Apr 25, 2011 15:37:55 GMT -1
That's an interesting way to make the connection between the hawthorn and Rigantona! As I say on your blog, I've always thought of the hawthorn as being a feminine tree directly expressing an aspect of her being, rather than the way you have it here. By the way you might like to consider the reference to 'black thorn' to avoid confusion with the blackthorn (sloe) tree as opposed to the whitethorn (hawthorn) tree. Or could the blackthorn be the threatening tree and a transference to the hawthorn occur later? The blackthorn, of course, flowers much earlier before the leaves appear. I can't help thinking here also of the elder as the tree if Winter (associated with the Cailleach). No thorns of course but good imagery of bent spindly fingers! Also the reference to 'white track' is usually to Olwen's 'white trefoils' which spring up behind her as she walks. But I agree it feels right to make the association with the hawthorn blossom, though this, itself, makes it feminine. Sorry if this is more than you want  |
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Post by Lee on Apr 25, 2011 18:18:28 GMT -1
nah, it is perfect. yeah, there is the issue of the black and white thorn trees with the black being the earlier blossoming one.
the feminine thing; i always see it as such, when in leaf and blossom. when it is bare it is far more masculine to me; thorns, bent, crooked and a lot less 'graceful' shall we say. hence the male Thorn becomes the White Track when blossoming, as if she was in there but held captive before being set free in spring.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2011 0:12:41 GMT -1
nah, it is perfect. yeah, there is the issue of the black and white thorn trees with the black being the earlier blossoming one. *must not point out what my name means and make cheeky inferences* Ooops, too late  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2011 21:08:51 GMT -1
Beginning to explore the fascinating byeways of this forum. I picked on this thread because I'm trying to learn to find the gods in stories as well as in nature. The connection with trees discussed above helps. They seem more than just symbols in the discussion. Am I right in thinking this?
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