Daily Archives: July 23, 2017

On the horizon…

The Silent Eye

I always look forward to September. It is one of the most  beautiful times of year in Britain. The days are usually mild and often beautiful, the last of the heather lingers as summer slides into autumn…a perfect moment for a wander in the landscape…and what better way to spend my birthday than with friends in the ancient and sacred places that I love?

The very first September event that we ran was the Harvest of Beingin Ilkley, up on the moors that I have loved since childhood. There is nowhere else on earth that I would rather have been at that moment. It was a small informal affair, just as we like to keep these events; no crowds, just a few friends exploring the landscape and sharing our different perspectives on the spiritual journey that is mirrored by that taken by our feet. The following September we…

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Fate of the Lir-Brood…

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Finnola, once my pride and joy

Dark Aedh, of adventures bold

Bright Fiachra, gentle, playful boy

Little Conn, with curls of gold.

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The Crafty-Ones met to choose their Chieftain.

Five there were in the running…

Red-Bove, Angus-Ever-Young, Ilbrec of Assaroe, Lir of Finnaha and Midyir Bright-Mane.

Red-Bove won it at Lir’s displeasure.

Lir left the meet in anger without acknowledgment.

The Crafty-Folk swore retribution on him for this insult but Red-Bove would have none of it saying, “I am yet your king whether or not Lir chooses to recognise it.”

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So things stood for a long while until Lir’s wife died after a  three day travail.

Heart-rent was Lir, with the loss, and the ill-news spread across Erin like wild-fire with many-a-soul suspecting witchery.

Red-Bove called the Crafty-Folk to meet.

“In the wake of this passing my friendship to Lir would be of service for I foster in my house-hold Aillel-of-Aran’s three daughters. Eve, Eva and Alva are the cleverest and prettiest maidens in Erin.”

The Crafty-Ones agreed the wisdom of this saying.

Messengers were sent to Lir at Finnaha…

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to be continued…