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BLIDHNA MATH UR!

20:30 Dec 31 2010
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well, hoping you all have everything that you wish for, this coming year and in the years to follow. SLAINTE!



ANCIENT NEW YEARS

The celebration of the new year is the oldest of all holidays. It was first observed in ancient Babylon about 4000 years ago. In the years around 2000 BC, the Babylonian New Year began with the first New Moon (actually the first visible cresent) after the Vernal Equinox (first day of spring).



The beginning of spring is a logical time to start a new year. After all, it is the season of rebirth, of planting new crops, and of blossoming. January 1, on the other hand, has no astronomical nor agricultural significance. It is purely arbitrary.



The Babylonian new year celebration lasted for eleven days. Each day had its own particular mode of celebration, but it is safe to say that modern New Year's Eve festivities pale in comparison.



The Romans continued to observe the new year in late March, but their calendar was continually tampered with by various emperors so that the calendar soon became out of synchronization with the sun.



In order to set the calendar right, the Roman senate, in 153 BC, declared January 1 to be the beginning of the new year. But tampering continued until Julius Caesar, in 46 BC, established what has come to be known as the Julian Calendar. It again established January 1 as the new year. But in order to synchronize the calendar with the sun, Caesar had to let the previous year drag on for 445 days.



THE CHURCH'S VIEW OF NEW YEAR CELEBRATIONS

Although in the first centuries AD the Romans continued celebrating the new year, the early Catholic Church condemned the festivities as paganism. But as Christianity became more widespread, the early church began having its own religious observances concurrently with many of the pagan celebrations, and New Year's Day was no different. New Years is still observed as the Feast of Christ's Circumcision by some denominations.

[http://wilstar.com/holidays/newyear.htm]







FACTS ABOUT JANUARY

Customs and Traditions



*Gemstone: Garnet

*Flower: Carnation



The beginning of the new year and the time to make New Year resolutions.



January was established as the first the first month of the year by the Roman Calendar. It was named after the god Janus (Latin word for door). Janus has two faces which allowed him to look both backwards into the old year and forwards into the new one at the same time. He was the 'spirit of the opening'.



In the very earliest Roman calendars there were no months of January or February at all. The ancient Roman calendar had only ten months and the new year started the year on 1 March. To the Romans, ten was a very important number. Even when January (or Januarius as the Romans called it) was added, the New Year continued to start in March. It remained so in England and her colonies until about 200 years ago.



The Anglo-Saxons called the first month Wolf monath because wolves came into the villages in winter in search of food.



New Year's Day



New Year's Day is the first day of the year, in the Gregorian calendar. In modern times, it is the 1st January. It is a time for looking forward and wishing for a good year ahead. It is also a holiday.



People welcome in the New Year on the night before. This is called New Year's Eve. In Scotland, people celebrate with a lively festival called Hogmanay. All over Britain there are parties, fireworks, singing and dancing, to ring out the old year and ring in the new. As the clock - Big Ben - strikes midnight, people link arms and sing a song called Auld Lang Syne. It reminds them of old and new friends.



The Door Custom



In the old days, the New Year started with a custom called 'first footing', which was supposed to bring good luck to people for the coming year. As soon as midnight had passed and January 1st had started, people used to wait behind their doors for a dark haired person to arrive. The visitor carried a piece of coal, some bread, some money and some greenery. These were all for good luck - the coal to make sure that the house would always be warm, the bread to make sure everyone in the house would have enough food to eat, money so that they would have enough money, and the greenery to make sure that they had a long life.



The visitor would then take a pan of dust or ashes out of the house with him, thus signifying the departure of the old year.





The 1st of January was a highly significant day in medieval superstitions regarding prosperity, or lack of it, in the year ahead. A flat cake was put on one of the horns of a cow in every farmyard. The farmer and his workers would then sing a song and dance around the cow until the cake was thrown to the ground. If it fell in front of the cow that signified good luck; to fall behind indicated the opposite.



It was an old Saxon belief that 2nd January was one of the unluckiest days of the whole year. Those unfortunate enough to be born on this day could expect to die an unpleasant death.



St Hilary's feast day on 13th January has gained the reputation of being the coldest day of the year due to past cold events starting on or around this date.



One of the most severe winters in history began around 13 January in 1205, when the Thames in London froze over and ale and wine turned to solid ice and were sold by weight.



"So began a frost which continued till the two and twentieth day of March, so that the ground could not be tilled; whereof it came to pass that, in summer following a quarter of wheat was sold for a mark of silver in many places of England, which for the more part in the days of King Henry the Second was sold for twelve pence; a quarter of beans or peas for half a mark; a quarter of oats for thirty pence, that were wont to be sold for fourpence. Also the money was so sore clipped that there was no remedy but to have it renewed."—Stowe's Chronicle- In 1086, a great frost also started spreading over the country on St Hilary's Day



Customs of the Year's First New Moon



It is said that if you look through a silk handkerchief at the new moon, which has never been washed, the number of moons you see will be the number of years which will pass until you're married. But it is unlucky to see the new moon through a window.



To dream of your future husband, it is said that at the first appearance of the first new moon of the year you should go out and stand over the spars of a gate or stile and look at the moon saying:



All hail to thee moon, all hail to thee,

I prythee, good moon, reveal to me,

This night who my husband shall be.




Festivals and Traditions



Wassailing has been associated with Christmas and New Year as far back as the 1400s. It was a way of passing on good wishes among family and friends.



People went from door to door, rather like carol singers at Christmas times, but at New Year they were called 'wassailers'.



25th January: Burns Night



The people of Scotland honour their greatest poet, Robert Burns. He was born on 25th January approximately 250 years ago (1759) and wrote his first song when he was sixteen. A traditional Scottish meal is neaps (swede), tatties (potato) and haggis washed down with whisky.

[http://www.woodlands-junior.kent.sch.uk/customs/year/january.htm]






WHAT HAPPENS AT NEW YEAR?



The whole range of celebration of the New Year's Day basically stems from the various ways ancient societies used to greet the new harvest seasons. In fact, it is the number of harvests, whether of fruit or grain, that determined how many New Years were observed. The origins of the customs that we think of as peculiarly associated with the celebration of the New Year, took roots in the ways the ancient peoples regarded the New Year. Likewise the other ancient societies in other parts of the world, the New Year festivities had been observed in our wild forests and plains by the native Indians. To the Creek Indians the ripening of the corn in July or August signified the termination of one year and the beginning of another. It was their customs to drape themselves with new clothes, replace the old interiors and households.



The Iroquois, another native Indian tribe who inaugurated the new year in January, February or March with ceremonies emphasizing the expulsion of evil spirits. The customs of sporting disguise and masks, making noises and confessions were all practiced by them.



Symbolically, New Year signifies a renewal of life. Hence, the spirit of celebration for the regeneration, while discarding the old and worn out. The customs and practices, though modified through the centuries, have still their distinctive strains in the ways we welcome each onrushing year.



Given here are some instances of New Year's Day revelry with their historical trails:



The Mid-night cacophony:



The idea of making deafening noise is to drive away the evil spirits who flocked to the living at this climactic season with a great wailing of horns and shouts and beating of drums. This is why at the stroke of midnight we hear the deafening cacophony of sirens, car horns, boat whistles, party horns, church bells, drums, pots and pans - anything that serves the purpose of producing a devil chasing din.





The booze bash:



Yet another familiar practice, though not quite encouraging. The unbridled drinking bash on the New Year's Eve, is the booze bash also a secular leftover of a rite that was once religious in character. The original spirit has been a personal re-enacting of the chaotic world that existed before the ordered cosmos was created by God.



Resolution:



In order to have a 'clean slate' on which to start the New Year, people in times past have made certain that they had all their borrowings cleared. Those were the days before such complexities as credit buying. The New Year resolutions, which we are so fond of, represent other efforts to make the year brand new. In fact, we often say that in the New Year we are "turning over a new leaf."





Luck in the New Year:



It is traditionally thought that the first day of the year is symptomatic of the approaching 364 days. Accordingly, people try to spend the first day of the new year in the best possible way in the company of family and friends. It was once believed to be a good omen if a tall dark-haired man visits your house on New Year's Day. Traditional New Year foods are also thought to bring good luck. In many cultures, it is a predominant belief that anything in the shape of a ring brings luck, because it symbolizes "coming full circle," completing a year's cycle. It is primarily for this reason that the Dutch believe that eating donuts on New Year's Day brings good fortune. Black-eyed peas and other legumes have been considered good luck in many cultures. The hog, and thus its meat, is considered lucky because it symbolizes prosperity. Consuming cabbage is also considered a potential harbinger of good luck. In some regions, rice is a lucky food that is eaten on New Year's Day.





The gatherings:



The practice of visiting friends continued until the first years of this century. It was a gala time when everyone held open house and laid out enormous feasts for any one who should drop in, whether friend or stranger. To neglect this annual visit was a terrible sight, and the roads were thronged with carriages bearing the holiday-makers.

Unfortunately in time the custom was abused; the distinction between privacy and sociability was ignored and troops of unwanted guests descended on the open houses, using them as eating and drinking stations. Politicians and those with an eye on the social ladder were said to have spread their blight over the purposes of the day. People began to send invitations to special guests for their own protection, and the old custom fell irretrievably into decline.



Thus the whole range of ideas of purgation, purifications, the confessing of sins, driving off demons, expulsion of evil out of the village and so on transpired. The idea remained the same the abolition of the past. So is the case of masked processions - the masks representing the souls of the dead.The ceremonial reception of the dead, who are invited to feast and led back at the end of the feast to the borders of the territory, to the sea, or the river, or wherever else, is also in line with this concept. Add to these the interlude of Carnival, Saturnalia, reversal of normal order. Though all these constitute the much familiar New Year revelry, these are just part of the rites practiced by primitive man during the celebration of their own New Years.

[http://www.theholidayspot.com/newyear/celebration.htm]






AULD LANG SYNE



Scotland is where the famous song "Auld Lang Syne" originated, and this song has been a long held tradition for many people on New Years Day. In Scotland, the New Years Day celebration is known as Hogmanay, and it has many traditions. One tradition is to visit friends and neighbors shortly after midnight on New Years Day; visitors would bring gifts and warm wishes.

The song, "Auld Lang Syne, is generally sung at the stroke of midnight in Scotland. At least partially written by Robert Burns in the 1700's, it was first published in 1796 after Burns' death. Early variations of the song were sung prior to 1700 and inspired Burns to produce the modern rendition. An old Scottish tune, "Auld Lang Syne" literally means "old long ago," or simply, "the good old days."



Auld Lang Syne



Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne?



For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,

For auld lang syne!



And there's a hand my trusty fiere,

And gie's a hand o thine,

And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,

For auld lang syne



For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,

For auld lang syne!

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BLOODLIFE
BLOODLIFE
21:48 Dec 31 2010

...and wishing you the very best for 2011. Happy New Year





Isis101
Isis101
02:29 Jan 01 2011

Interesting info...

May you have a great New Year!





Blackstaff
Blackstaff
06:22 Jan 01 2011

There should be a "LIKE" for these kind of entries ;) Happy New Year!





 

13:04 Dec 22 2010
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DESIDERATA







Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.







If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.







Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.







Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.







Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.







Strive to be happy.



--- Max Ehrmann, 1927 ---

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14:09 Dec 17 2010
Times Read: 862


11am this morning...the snow is so thick and furious at this point, I can't shield the lens from the snowflakes but it looks kinda cool. Its beautiful here today and its supposed to continue into next week at least.



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Oceanne
Oceanne
14:48 Dec 17 2010

Oh BRRR it looks cold!! But beautiful for sure.





Blackstaff
Blackstaff
16:09 Dec 17 2010

Wee! Break out the sled!





xxEmaeraldxx
xxEmaeraldxx
16:17 Dec 17 2010

It almost looks like Father Christmas is walking around there in the park :) Nice shot. We are going out tomorrow morning to see what we can get. We have about 10cm here so far with the promise of another 7 before bedtime tonight. I hope it stays for Christmas! It will be like magic :)





ladySnowStrixx
ladySnowStrixx
16:36 Dec 17 2010

WOW, That is so beautiful You are so dang lucky.





King`Tarquin
King`Tarquin
15:41 Dec 20 2010

you know, if this were taken like ages ago when we used FILMS - this would be a waste..hahaha!



BUT, wonderful still.



Next time, stand in the center - furfoxsakes! :P





Isis101
Isis101
22:57 Dec 22 2010

OMG - this is absolutely beautiful!

So haunting...





 

Trows, Changelings, and Fairies in Scotland

17:10 Dec 14 2010
Times Read: 901






A wide range of supernatural creatures was known to inhabit Scotland. The trow is perhaps the most famous creature of Scottish folklore. Short, troll-like creatures, trows are both shy and mischievous. Their grotesque appearance is confirmed by some of the names ascribed to them, such as Trencher Face and Bannock Feet. Like the fairies, trows lived inside earthen mounds called trowie knowes, great magical halls adorned with gold, silver, and other precious metals.
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During the day, trows danced and made music while feasting on fine food and drink. They would only venture outside their dwellings in the evening, often sneaking into households as its inhabitants slept to indulge their habit of stealing newborn babies.



The offspring of trows were thought to be weak, sickly little things. Because of this, the trows would go to great lengths to exchange their infants for healthy human children. The changeling idea also prevented the parents from bonding with the malformed child, since it was assumed to be a creature of unnatural origin rather than their own offspring.



Folklore sources suggest that such children often suffered serious physical abuse as the parents attempted to expose the child as a changeling according to popular rites. In most folk stories, the parents are rewarded for mistreating the changeling child, as the otherworldly parents frequently appear to rescue the changeling from abuse and return the stolen mortal child.



Infants were not the only ones who needed to be protected from trows, however. These creatures, unlike the fairies, also abducted adults, spiriting away the unfortunate mortals to their homes hidden deep within the earth. The most vulnerable people were new brides and grooms and pregnant women. The threat of being abducted by a trow was so great in Orkney, for instance, that its inhabitants developed elaborate folk rituals to protect brides, grooms, and expecting women from the malevolent little trows. Those who traveled the islands safeguarded themselves from wandering bands of trows by carrying metal knives with which they could scratch circles in the ground, for trows were powerless to cross a line drawn with a steel or iron blade.



Famous for their love of fiddle music, trows were also known to lure musicians into their dens and trap them there. One common element in all the tales concerning fiddlers and trows is that the fiddlers, upon returning to the mortal realm, had no idea how much time had actually passed; often they believed they had only spent a day in the halls of the trows, when in actuality an entire year had gone by. Certain tunes played around the Scottish islands to this day are known as the "Fairy Reels," songs that trows supposedly taught to the fiddlers that visited their dens.



Cast out of Heaven because they did not take part in the battle between Lucifer and Saint Michael the Archangel, the little creatures of Scottish legend became aggressive and quarrelsome on earth. When not bickering and fighting among themselves, the fairy folk caused destruction in the human world by attacking people and inflicting livestock with disease. A cow or sheep that fell ill was said to have been shot by a fairy's arrow, and the farmer would consult the local healer - a woman with all the supernatural powers of a witch but without any of the malevolence - for a remedy. Fairies were also known to steal mortal horses at times; these creatures would be found panting and fatigued the next morning in their stalls, their tails and manes disheveled and tangled. Sometimes the animal on which a fairy had ridden would become afflicted with a paralysis of the spine.



A diminutive race of beautiful, lithe creatures, fairies inhabit the interiors of conical green hills, called fairy mounds. At night they dance on the hill under the light of the moon, leaving its surface marked with circles of matted, yellowed grass. Woe to the person who happened to fall asleep in a fairy mound!
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Travelers would take care to protect themselves with some sort of charm, or perform a ceremonial rite in order to avoid displeasing the fairies when crossing their dwellings. There is a spring on a mountain in Peeblesshire, for instance, called the Cheese Well. Passersby were advised to toss a piece of cheese in the well as an offering to the fairies, to who the well was consecrated, in order to avoid a curse.



But not every creature lived to terrorize humans. The short, wild-looking Brownie had none of the grace or beauty of the fairy folk, but he was also much more benign than they were. In the daytime, Brownies lurked in the remote recesses of the old manors they inhabited, only coming out at night.
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While the family was asleep, Brownies busied themselves with any household chores or farm work that might be of benefit, performing such tasks with diligence and cheer. Not that they devoted their lives to the service of mortals for selfless reasons; Brownies remained instead devoted to the recompense of milk, honey, and porridge. So great was their attachment to this reward that if the laird or lady of the house failed even once to supply it, the Brownie would disappear to another house, never to return again.

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Blackstaff
Blackstaff
21:01 Dec 14 2010

O love reading these ;)





King`Tarquin
King`Tarquin
01:17 Dec 15 2010

thank you! nothing like a great early morning read! :D





 

Nimble Men, Blue Men, and Green Ladies

16:54 Dec 11 2010
Times Read: 923


Tales from The Outer Hebridies



Among the children and descendants of Beira are the Nimble Men, the Blue Men of the Minch, and the Green Ladies.



THE NIMBLE MEN (Aurora Borealis)



The Nimble Men are divided into two clans. The heroes of one clan are clad in garments white as hoar-frost, and the heroes of the other clan in garments of pale yellow. Brighter and more varied colours are worn by the ladies of the clans. Some are gowned in green, some in red, and some in silvery white, and a few wear royal purple.



On winter nights when there is peace on land and sea the Nimble Men and Merry Maidens come forth to dance in the northern sky.
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They are all of giant stature but comely of form, and their dances are very graceful. The men bow to the maids; and the maids curtsy to the men, and when the dance is at its height some of the men leap high and whirl round about, so merry do they become. Fairy pipers play enchanting music while the merry couples dance across the northern sky.



There was once a prince of the White Clan of Nimble Men, and his name was Light Foot. He loved the Princess Comely, who was the fairest of all the Merry Maidens, and he had a rival named Green Eyes, the chief of the Yellow Clan. Princess Comely liked best to dance with Light Foot, because among the Nimble Men he was without an equal as a dancer.



One dark night when the mountains were white with new-fallen snow and the valleys glistened with hoar-frost, all the northern sky was lit up in splendour by the Nimble Men and Merry Maidens, who came out to dance in honour of Queen Beira. It was the first great gathering of the winter season, and all the dancers were clad in new and dazzling garments. They began to dance soon after darkness set in, and it was nigh to midnight ere they sank down to rest.



Princess Comely had danced all the time with Light Foot, and when she sat down he knelt before her, whispering softly: "Fairest of the fair, O be my bride!"



Said Princess Comely: "Your bride I shall be."



The words were heard by Green Eyes, who was crouching near at hand. His heart was filled with anger, and, leaping up, he called upon the members of his clan to draw their swords and fight Light Foot and his followers. Then all was confusion. The warriors of both clans sprang at one another, brandishing their gleaming weapons. Up leapt Light Foot to fight against Green Eyes. Rising to full stature he darted across the sky to smite him down. Up leapt the Princess Comely and all the maidens, and ran away shrieking. Then a battle royal began to rage between the rival clans. The sound of swords striking swords reached the earth, and seemed like the rustling of frosty twigs when the wind rises suddenly and scampers through the forest.



For hours the fearsome fight was waged with fury, and men and women came forth to watch it with wonder and in silence. They saw the warriors leaping white with anger. Hard and swift were the blows, and many were slain. At length below the feet of the Nimble Men there appeared a cloud which was red with the blood that flowed from many wounds received in the battle royal. From the sky the blood drops fell like dew on the green stones of the mountain, which were thus for ever stained with red spots. That is why the red-speckled green stones are called "blood stones".



When the night was almost spent, Princess Comely returned to the battle-ground, and found that the conflict had come to an end. As she drew near, a few wounded warriors rose up and staggered away. She began to search among the fallen warriors for Light Foot, and at length she found him lying cold and dead. A cry of sorrow broke from her lips, and was wafted towards the earth on the first breath of dawn. Those who heard it knew then that the prophecy of the Seer was being fulfilled, and they sang the song he had made:--



When yon lady seeks her lover

In the cold and pearly morn,

She will find that he has fallen

By the hand that she did scorn.

She will clasp her arms about him

And in her anguish die--

Oh, never again will trip the twain across the Northern Sky!





THE BLUE MEN OF THE MINCH



The Blue Men are found only in the Minch, and chiefly in the strait which lies between the Island of Lewis and the Shant Isles (the charmed islands), and is called the "Sea-stream of the Blue Men".
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They are not giants, like the Nimble Men, but of human size, and they have great strength. By day and by night they swim round and between the Shant Isles, and the sea there is never at rest. The Blue Men wear blue caps and have grey faces which appear above the waves that they raise with their long restless arms. In summer weather they skim lightly below the surface, but when the wind is high they revel in the storm and swim with heads erect, splashing the waters with mad delight. Sometimes they are seen floating from the waist out of the sea, and sometimes turning round like porpoises as they dive.



Here is a boatman's song about the Blue Men:



When the tide is at the turning and the wind is fast asleep,

And not a wave is curling on the wide, blue deep,

Oh, the waters will be churning in the stream that never smiles,

Where the Blue Men are splashing round the charmèd isles.



As the summer wind goes droning o'er the sun-bright seas,

And the Minch is all a-dazzle to the Hebrides,

They will skim along like salmon--you can see their shoulders gleam,

And the flashing of their fingers in the Blue Men's Stream.



But when the blast is raving and the wild tide races,

The Blue Men are breast-high with foam-grey faces;

They'll plunge along with fury while they sweep the spray behind,

Oh, they'll bellow o'er the billows and wail upon the wind.



And if my boat be storm-toss'd and beating for the bay,

They'll be howling and be growling as they drench it with the spray--

For they'd like to heel it over to their laughter when it lists,

Or crack the keel between them, or stave it with their fists.



Oh, weary on the Blue Men, their anger and their wiles!

The whole day long, the whole night long, they're splashing round the isles;

They'll follow every fisher--ah! they'll haunt the fisher's dream--

When billows toss, Oh, who would cross the Blue Men's Stream!



In days of old the "Blue Men's Stream" was sometimes called "The Current of Destruction", because so many ships were swamped in it. The people blamed the Blue Men, who dwelt in caves, they said, at the bottom of the sea. Their sentinels were always on the look-out, and when a vessel came in sight, word was sent to the men in the caves to come up. Sailors were afraid of them, and many sailed round the Shant Islands instead of taking the short cut between these and the big Island of Lewis.



When the chief of the Blue Men had all his men gathered about him, ready to attack a ship, he rose high in the water and shouted to the skipper two lines of poetry, and if the skipper did not reply at once by adding two lines to complete the verse, the Blue Men seized the ship and upset it. Many a ship was lost in days of old because the skipper had no skill at verse.



True is the Gaelic saying, however: "There comes with time what comes not with weather".



One day, when the wind was high and the billows rough and angry, the Blue Men saw a stately ship coming towards their sea-stream under white sails. Royally she cleft her way through the waves. The sentinels called to the blue fellows who were on the sea floor, and as they rose they wondered to see the keel pass overhead so swiftly. Some seized it and shook it as if to try their strength, and were astonished to find it so steady and heavy. It carried on straight as a spear in flight.



The chief of the Blue Men bobbed up in front of the ship, and, when waist-high among the tumbling waves, shouted to the skipper:--



Man of the black cap, what do you say

As your proud ship cleaves the brine?



No sooner were the words spoken than the skipper answered:--



My speedy ship takes the shortest way,

And I'll follow you line by line.



This was at once an answer and a challenge, and the chief of the Blue Men cried angrily:--



My men are eager, my men are ready

To drag you below the waves--



The skipper answered defiantly in a loud voice:



My ship is speedy, my ship is steady,

If it sank it would wreck your caves.



The chief of the Blue Men was worsted. Never before had a seaman answered him so promptly and so well. He had no power to injure the ship, because the skipper was as good a bard as he was himself, and he knew that if he went on shouting half-verses until the storm spent itself the skipper would always complete them. He signalled to his followers to dive; and down below the wave ridges they all vanished, like birds that dive for fish. The big ship went on proudly and safely under snow-white, wind-tight sails while--



The sea-wind through the cordage sang

With high and wintry merriment.



Once upon a time some fishermen who were crossing the "Sea-stream of the Blue Men" in calm weather found one of the blue fellows sleeping on the surface. They seized him, and, lifting him into the boat, bound him tightly with a rope. He slept so soundly that although the fishermen let him fall out of their hands he did not awake.



They resolved to take him to the shore, but they had not gone far when two Blue Men bobbed above the clear waters and shouted:--



Duncan will be one, Donald will be two,

Will you need another ere you reach the shore?



The skipper of the boat was about to shout two lines in reply, but, before he could speak, the Blue Man in the boat opened his eyes, and with a quick movement he snapped the rope that bound him as easily as if it had been only an oat straw, and answered:--



Duncan's voice I hear, Donald too is near,

But no need of helpers has strong Ian More.



As he spoke he leapt out of the boat into the sea. That was how the fishermen came to know that all the Blue Men have names of their own.







THE GREEN LADIES



The Green Ladies are different from the fairies, who are called "Wee Folk,", for, like the Blue Men, they are of human size.
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Some of them are withered old hags, resembling Beira in the winter season, and some of them are as fair as Beira in her summer girlhood. They have power to change their forms at will. A Green Lady may sometimes deceive a traveller by appearing before him in the form of his lady-love, and, after speaking to him for a time, turn away with mocking laughter and vanish from sight. Perhaps, too, she may appear as a dog, and torment shepherds by driving their sheep hither and thither in wild confusion.



Each Green Lady lives alone in a solitary place, either below a river or waterfall or in a green knoll, a forest, or a deep ravine. One is rarely seen in daytime. The Green Lady wanders about in the dusk of late evening, in moonlight, or in darkness. She is ever a deceiver, and woe to the traveller who has not the knowledge how to, overcome her spells, for she may drown him at a river ford or lead him over the edge of a precipice. It is difficult to fight against her, for if she asks a man what weapon he has, and he names it, she can, by working magic, make the weapon quite harmless.



One evening a smith was riding homeward from battle on his horse, and when it was growing dusk he reached a ford. Suddenly a Green Lady rose out of the water in front of him.



"Stop!" she cried; "you cannot ride across."



Said the man: "Begone! O evil one, or I shall smite you."



"What have you to fight with?" she asked.



Said the man: "I have my sword."



Immediately he named his sword it lost its power to do her injury.



The Green Lady laughed mockingly, and then asked: "What else have you to fight with?"



Said the man: "I have my spear."



When he named the spear it became as useless as the sword.



The Green Lady laughed again, a shrill mocking laugh. "Have you room for a rider behind you?" she asked.



Said the man: "Yes, and there is room also for a rider in front."



As he spoke he seized the Green Lady, lifted her up in front of him, threw the reins over her head, and said: "Now I have you in my power."



"You will never leave the ford," she answered, "because your sword and spear have been made useless to you."



Said the man: "I have still one weapon left."



"Which one is that?" she asked.



Said the smith: "The sharp bright weapon against my leg."



He meant the dirk in his right stocking, but as he did not mention its name, the Green Lady could not make it useless.



"Then I will leave you," cried the lady in alarm.



Said the smith: "You cannot leave me until I choose to let you go. The reins are about you, and you cannot move beyond them, for the magic power has now been taken from you and has passed to me."



The Green Lady knew well that this was so. She knew also that she would have to do whatever the man ordered her to do before he would set her free.



The horse was urged forward by the smith, and the ford was crossed in safety. Then the animal trotted across the moor as the moon rose over the hills, shining fair and bright.



"Let me go," the Green Lady cried, "and I shall give you a herd of speckled cattle."



Said the man: "You will have to give me a herd of cattle, but still I shall not let you go."



The horse went on, and the Green Lady wept tears of sorrow and anger.



"Let me go," she cried, "and I shall build for you to-night a house which fire will not burn nor water or storm wind injure, and it shall be charmed against all evil beings."



The man reined up his horse, and said: "Fulfil your promise, and I shall set you free."



He dismounted, and the Green Lady dismounted also. The smith tied the reins round her, and repeated his command.



"Your wish will be fulfilled," she said.



Then the Green Lady uttered a loud cry, which was heard over seven hills. The cry was repeated over and over again by Big Angus of the Rock (Echo), a lonely spirit who is at everyone's service. Big Angus is a son of Beira, and it is told he was wont to cause his mother much trouble by contradicting her orders and giving orders of his own, for he desired to be King of the Universe, although he was weak-minded and light-headed. To punish him, Beira shut him inside a rock, and compelled him ever after to repeat any words that were said in his hearing. Ever since that day Big Angus has had to repeat over and over again everything he hears in his lonely rocky prison.



So Big Angus repeated the cry of the Green Lady, which was a command to fairies and goblins to come to her aid. As these little people fear all Green Ladies, they answered her cry without delay. They came from the hill-tops and from inside cliffs, from green knolls in lonely moors and deep forests, and from every other haunt they loved. Those that were dancing ceased to dance, and those that were setting out on journeys turned back. They crossed the moors jumping like crickets, and came through the air like birds and gathered round the Green Lady, waiting to obey her.



She set them to work at once to hew wood and gather stones. They cut down trees in the Rowan Wood, and quarried stones below a waterfall. As they went on working, the Green Lady cried out:--



Two stones over one stone,

One stone over two stones--

Work speedily, work speedily--

Bring every timber from the wood

But mulberry, but mulberry.



The house was built very quickly. Across the moor the fairies stood in two rows--one row from the house to the waterfall and one from the house to the Rowan Wood. The stones that were quarried were passed along from hand to hand, and so were the pieces of timber that were hewed down and sawed and dressed.



When the dawn was beginning to appear in the eastern sky the house was ready, and all the fairies and goblins vanished from sight.



"Set me free," cried the Green Lady.



The smith said: "I shall set you free when you have promised not to do me any injury."



"I promise that readily," said she.



Said the smith: "Promise also that neither I nor my children will ever be drowned by you in the fords of the three rivers."



He named the rivers he referred to. They all flowed near his home.



The Green Lady promised that also. Then the smith set her free, and she cried: "You have not named the fourth river. Let you and your children beware!"



As she spoke she went past the smith like a green flame. He never again saw her, but seven years afterwards one of his sons was drowned in the ford of the fourth river he had not named, and then he knew that the Green Lady had taken her revenge.



Other Green Ladies have made friends with certain families, and have kept watch over their houses, shielding them from harm. Once a poor fisherman lost his boat, and sat down on the beach at a river mouth lamenting his fate. A Green Lady appeared before him, and said: "If I give you a new boat will you divide your fish with me?"



Said the fisherman: "I promise to do so."



Next morning he found a new boat lying on the beach. He went out to sea and caught many fish. When he returned to the shore he left half of his catch on a green knoll on the river bank. The Green Lady was well pleased, and helped the man to prosper.



One evening, however, he left no fish for her. He went out to sea next day as usual, but did not catch anything. Sad was his heart when he returned home empty-handed, but it was even sadder next morning when he found that his boat had been smashed to pieces during the night in a storm which had risen suddenly and raged until daybreak. He never again saw the Green Lady, and he had reason to be sorry that he had not kept his bargain with her.



There was once a Green Lady who received favours from a bold pirate whose name was Mac Ean Yeer. She kept watch over him on sea and land, so that he was always able to escape from those who pursued him. The Green Lady advised him to paint one side of his boat black and the other side white, so that watchers on the shore would see a black boat passing to the north and a white boat passing to the south, and thus be deceived, thinking the boat which went out to attack a galley was not the same one as they saw returning. In time, when the people came to know the trick, they said of deceitful persons:



He 's black on one side and white on the other,

Like the boat of Mac Ean Yeer.



Mac Ean lived to be an old man, and when he died in Islay the Green Lady shrieked aloud and passed northward. The shriek was heard in Mull, and ere the echoes died away she had reached the Coolin Hills in Skye.



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Blackstaff
Blackstaff
21:00 Dec 11 2010

I really liked reading this. Thank you.





PAGAN
PAGAN
22:02 Dec 11 2010

The photo of the Minch is taken on the shore just down from my house. Straight across the Minch lies Skye and south (to the right) is Islay and Mull.





xxEmaeraldxx
xxEmaeraldxx
10:20 Dec 12 2010

I've heard of the green ladies before *smiles* :) I have to rush to Church now, but I am going to enjoy reading this in detail later today!





 

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This was taken at 11am today. I hadn't realised the light was so dark 'til I looked at the photo. Its minus 8 degrees and falling...not a lot of snow yet...

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This next photo, taken 2 or 3 minutes later explains why the light was so dull. There's a snowstorm brewing...

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I cannot convey just how cold it is here. Each night the temperature has dropped to around minus 20 and through the day its been around minus 10 at its lowest.


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ladySnowStrixx
ladySnowStrixx
14:05 Dec 08 2010

yes but its Still beautiful





Blackstaff
Blackstaff
16:52 Dec 08 2010

Is that so cold it hurts exposed skin? I read somewhere about that but forget at what temp that happens.





PAGAN
PAGAN
17:09 Dec 08 2010

LOL I dont think its quite that bad BUT the nostrils get pretty sore if you are out for too long haha breathing is less easy when moving but still, I walk to work so it cant be all that bad





xxEmaeraldxx
xxEmaeraldxx
17:23 Dec 08 2010

Pretty pictures Pagan.. the only thing between us is the Causeway. Oh, why didn't Fin MaCool make his stones a bit bigger!





TheArtistRose
TheArtistRose
17:42 Dec 08 2010

Those pictures are beautiful.





Vampirewitch39
Vampirewitch39
18:58 Dec 08 2010

Nice pictures. :) Brrr...cold.








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