2019 - Celebration
Soaking up the Solstice Sun
Anne Newman shares her experience of 21st June on Tara.
It was a Summer
Sosltice morning and I headed to The Well of the White Cow at the
Hill of Tara for Y & C's ceremony.
13 people, and 2 dogs gathered
there and we were joined by bees, butterflies and birds flying around
the surrounding hawthorn hedge. Crows and pigeons added their song to
the doings. The cows loudly lowed in the field surrounding the well as
they circled the hedge.
When we opened sacred space they
settled. It was so peaceful there listening to the trickling of
the water as it flowed towards the road.
A rook perched in one of the
tall ash trees and watched the proceedings, calling occasionally and
then flew off with a final loud approving caw as we finished up.
While we sat in the warm sun afterward, eating fruit, strawberries, grapes, pears, a robin sang from the hawthorn tree and a chaffinch added his chiff chaffs as we chatted, catching up with friends, making new ones. patting dogs and soaking up the solstice sun.
It was great to feel the warmth and lie on the grass by the ash
tree watching the clouds shape shifting in the blue sky.
A blessed time in the warm solstice sun by the sacred well.
Thanks to Anne for drawing attention to the piece from 1997 about the Druid's celebrations on Tara from the RTE Archives - read more here...
and this piece about the Saint John's Eve traditions in Co. Clare - read more here...
John AF was also on The Hill during the evening and shares these photos, so evocative of Tara and the times...
.... it felt like a pure privelige to experience the Hill of Tara s calming relaxing energies on Summer Solstice last. No better place in the world on the day.
This delightful little bee journeyed from flower to flower... a solitary bee enjoying the mid-summer sun.
Opening lines from:
For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet
found in Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings by Joy Harjo (In June 2019, she was named the United States Poet Laureate, being the first Native American to be appointed)
Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop.
Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control.
Open the door, then close it behind you.
Take a breath offered by friendly winds. They travel the earth gathering essences of plants to clean.
Give it back with gratitude.
Thanks to Sid for heads up on this beautiful verse.