one of my many trees back in the day |
Annual Lilies of Remembrance |
The organ loft St Davids Cathedral |
Nativity |
Christmas reading samples in Christmas colours |
My Special Nativity |
The Scrivenings and Witterings of a Wild Welsh Woman of the Western Shores
one of my many trees back in the day |
Annual Lilies of Remembrance |
The organ loft St Davids Cathedral |
Nativity |
Christmas reading samples in Christmas colours |
My Special Nativity |
It is said that the Deer Mother’s antlers held a secret hidden star that could guide lost travellers home and that those who glimpsed it were forever changed, their hearts filled with wonder and purpose. Some say that the Northern Lights are but reflections of her celestial antlers, a reminder that magic still exists in the world.
She is said to drive her sleigh across the skies during the longest night, to drive away the darkness and ensure the return of the light.
Long before we told the story of Si么n Corn, Father Christmas, Santa, or whatever you call the jolly old man in the red suit and white beard, the Deer Mother was racing across our Winter Solstice skies. How many realise that the sleigh is pulled not by Rudolph but by a female reindeer? Male reindeer shed their antlers while the does retain theirs. Si么n Corn's lead reindeer has antlers, and is therefore female. The herds of reindeer are led in Winter by does and every time we tell stories of Santa and his flying reindeer we are actually telling the story of the ancient Deer Mother of old for it was she who once flew through winter’s longest darkest night with the life-giving light of the sun in her horns.
The legend of the Deer Mother is present in many cultures across Northern Eurpe and Russia. I have given you a brief glimpse of one, so this Christmas season, on the Winter Solstice, take a moment to remember the winter goddess of old and her magical reindeer on the sacred night when the sun is reborn, look for the Deer Mother flying across starry skies.
May the Deer Mother’s light shine upon you, dear traveler, and may your path be guided by her gentle wisdom.
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Thank you to everyone for your lovely comments on my previous blog. I was apprehensive over the subject matter, but your responses gave me a Big Thumbs Up! I'm so happy so many of you enjoyed what I feel is a fascinating subject.
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One of my lesser-known interests, I don't call it a hobby, is hagiography.
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I thought today I'd share a little bit about Christmas in Iceland. In some ways, it is similar to Christmas in Wales but in other ways, it is very different indeed. First, we'll take a brief look at the National Folk Museum of Iceland in Reykjavik. It's a small collection of traditional Icelandic buildings constructed from wood and turf.
Please note: the majority of these photographs are photographs of the original 35mm film images.
National Museum of Iceland
This is a traditional cutting iron for sale in the museum shop {photo from site}
Another tradition in Iceland are the Yuletide Lads. These are the thirteen sons of the ogress Gr媒la and they come down from the mountains, one a day until on the 25th of December, all the boys are here. and then one by one they return to the mountains. Each of them has an attribute for creating havoc, with Anglicised names such as Pot Licker, Skyr Gobbler, Door Slammer, Sausage Stealer, and Window Peeper.
You can read more about Gr媒la and her infamous Black Cat, and there's a full list of the Lad's names here.
Icelandic children do not put out Christmas stockings on Christmas Eve. But for the 13 days before Christmas, when the Icelandic lads are coming down out of the mountains, they put a shoe by the door or the window sill and if they have been good children they get a treat in their shoe, but if they have been naughty, they receive a potato.
Over the years, the fear of Gryla and her sons has softened somewhat, but in centuries past it must have been a very frightening time for small children especially in the deep dark days of an Icelandic winter!
A wonderful Christmas tradition they have in Iceland is the J贸lab贸kafl贸冒i冒. It literally translates to flood of books. in the weeks coming up to Christmas, all authors release their new titles. Then, on Christmas Eve, the tradition is that the family gathers in the living room by the fireside and they all read their new books while eating chocolate. What could be better: It is a tradition that would be worth observing!
Speaking of books, I am making a donation to the Book Trust in lieu of sending Christmas cards this year. Books have always held a special part of my heart for all of my life but as a small child, Christmas wasn't Christmas unless I had at least one book And thankfully, I usually had many! The gift of a book to a child is a very important thing, in my opinion. It encourages so many things, not only the basic skills of reading, but opens up a whole new magical world of the imagination.
Well, I have just scratched the surface of Christmas in Iceland. I've put in a few links if you want to explore further, you can.
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