A Lughnasadgh Lament?
(or In the Time Before Lugh)
Oh Lughnasadgh – have you been canceled?
I remember a time before Lugh was born. This time of year was a time of great gatherings. Yet where is my great gathering? Where are my sisters, and mothers, my aunts and my grandmothers?
Where is Taliesker arriving in her great shadow of wings, turning the sky dark with her flocks of crows? Are the seas so poisoned and polluted that Se-al Kie is dead or harpooned and no longer navigates the sea currents to land ashore and step out of her sealskin?
I miss my sisters who follow the herds arriving with a great clicking of hooves as they step from their world into ours.
Thankfully I know these women as I was born between the worlds. I still hear their voices on the very edge – on the edge of twilight…on the edge of far-flung Scottish islands. I was also born into this world, born into a warring, patriarchial fucked up world.
But if you can take to the skies, with Taliesker and look down on the world at night. There are hundreds of small fires, hundreds of wise women and men gather. For the wise women still, meet. The witches still meet.
They still dance between the worlds. They still spin their magic that will bring this world down. Magic that will free the girl children from horrid stinking rooms of sex slavery. Magic that will empower every woman and child. Magic that will transcend all the lives tortured in intensive farming, magic that will replant the trees, clean the oceans and protect the herds.
In a world, whose temperatures are hotter than hell my harvest is scorched, strangled by the fingers of patriarchy. Patriarchy who is happily wielding it’s scythe and cutting us down.
She Who Brings Rebirth
Yet they have forgotten the essence of this age-old wheel story, the force of rebirth!