Wednesday, May 30, 2007

*~* Full Moon Tonight *~*



The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon



There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill,And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man in the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill.The ostler has a tipsy cat that plays a five-stringed fiddle;And up and down he saws his bow Now squeaking high, now purring low,now sawing in the middle.The landlord keeps a little dog that is mighty fond of jokes;When there's good cheer among the guests,He cocks an ear at all the jests and laughs until he chokes.They also keep a horned cow was proud as any queen;But music turns her head like ale,And makes her wave her tufted tail and dance upon the green.And O! the rows of silver dishes and the store of silver spoons!For Sunday there's a special pair,And these they polish up with care on Saturday afternoons.The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,and the cat began to wail;A dish and a spoon on the table danced,The cow in the garden madly pranced and the little dog chased his tail.The Man in the Moon took another mug,and then rolled beneath his chair;And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,Till in the sky the stars were pale,and dawn was in the air.Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:'The white horses of the Moon,They neigh and champ their silver bits;But their master's been and drowned his wits,and the Sun'll be rising soon!'So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,a jig that would wake the dead:He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:'It's after three!' he said.They rolled the Man slowly up the hill and bundled him into the Moon,While his horses galloped up in rear,And the cow came capering like a deer,and a dish ran up with the spoon.Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;the dog began to roar,The cow and the horses stood on their heads;The guests all bounded from their bed sand danced upon the floor.With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!the cow jumped over the Moon,And the little dog laughed to see such fun,And the Saturday dish went off at a run with the silver Sunday spoon.The round Moon rolled behind the hill,as the Sun raised up her head.She* hardly believed her fiery eyes;For though it was day, to her surprise they all went back to bed!


By,JRR Tolkien

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Fun In the Sun




Hi All, Here are some pictures of my funny dog Nick.. He is helping his dad dig out a tree stump at my house... Looks like he is a lot of help huh?? It was 80 degrees out and I guess he was hot so he thought he would dig a little deeper and lay down in the hole--> as his dad was taking to long<---LOL


Sparkles

Bee

Friday, May 25, 2007

PLEASE REMEMBER TO CLICK


Hi All, This is just a reminder to please click on the link to the left of the screen to help feed rescue animals at the local shelters..
My Nickie helps me click every morning!!

*~*Sparkles*~*

Bee
PS; My Nickie is twelve years old this year. he is a double registered Australian Shepard..
WHO LOVES HIS COOKIE SNACKS!!

Sunday, May 20, 2007

A Special Surprise



Hi to all my blogger's.. and faithful readers..
Well Mother's Day was the some ole thing again this year. Not a word from my son or granddaughters.. But my hubby went out the day before and went Antiquing.. He brought me this special little gift for Mothers Day.. He called it a" The Fairy Magic Tea Pot".. The magic is when I serve myself tea from it ,the tea gives you a special sense of happiness.. It is sterling silver and jade with traditional cloisonne apple flower *~*floral painting.. There is a little frog on the handle and the sweetest monkey guarding the lid.. It is 4 1/2 inchs tall..

The other photo--> The BeeCharmer, I bought myself at the dollar store..
I thought she was so cute--> a new BeeCharmer for my desk..
Many Sparkles
Bee

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Leanan Sidhe ; The Muse



*~* Leanan Sidhe the Myth and Lore*~*

The translation of her name hold the first clue to who and what she is. The words are Gaelic and refer to "faery muse". "Leanan" means the love of my soul or spirit...my inspiration. "Sidhe" is the word for a faery. In Irish poetic tradition, she was the muse who appeared to the bard as the "Aisling" or vision. In his vision he meets her on a hillside and she then inspires music or poetry that has an otherworldly sadness and regret for the glorious past of the Irish. For those who settled the Celtic Countries, this could be a later translation of contact with the women of the Sidhe. The Sidhe are an ancient race who once made their home on the Green Islands long before the coming of the Irish. A race that remains to this day, an unannounced yet vital influence upon the imagination.

Leanan Sidhe is a powerful muse who bestows a gift; the ability to create a work of art, music, or poetry with great depth of feeling. The price of her dark and delicate gift is often a sorrow or heartbreak that is born of obsession. An artist may be spent as furiously as he draws from his source, hence the mythos of the artist who when possessed of the Leanan Sidhe lives a brilliant but brief life. Her true purpose is revealed in the creative works she inspires in poets, painters, and musicians. She is an empath who is compelled to inspire love and despair, longing and desire. She teaches the beauty and power of such emotion and that all such feeling is vital to creation with many dark nights of the soul required to convey the sorrow of her history.
She is intelligence and creativity, art and magic. In this earthly realm, so embraced with fear of the erotic and the sensual, it is no wonder she who is the embodiment of these very qualities, has been considered dangerous and evil, as many woman have been considered evil who revel in their mystery, power and dark exotic beauty.


Leanan Sidhe is often quoted as meaning "the fairy mistress" or the "fairy sweetheart". She is a the famous Celtic muse with such a dark and unearthly beauty that her lover was often distraught with longing and suffering for her absence. In legend, the Leanan Sidhe often takes an artist for a lover, hence the title "the fairy sweetheart". It is said that her lover gives her the vital depth of emotion that she craves and she in turn inspires his genius.
He is the artist, who lost without his inspiration, unable to create his works of art and compositions of song, suffers in a deep depression and sometimes commits suicide or gives up his creative work in despair. Yet an artist who has lost the connection to his muse has failed to honor and nurture the gift he has been given. The role of the artist in the loss of his muse is not often considered or understood. The self destructive nature of many inspired artists probably lent itself to the misconception that she was evil and dangerous. Evil is not darkness, for darkness she is, and she can also be dangerous and destructive. When her gift is honored and nurtured, she shines as a luminous light in the darkness. For those who understand her true nature, who do not idolize or fear her, she is a sliver of moonlight in the blackest night.
The most common and widespread myth attached to Leanan Sidhe is that she is a vampirish spirit who attaches herself to one man. To this man, an artist or poet, she appears irresistibly beautiful, and if he is seduced by her, he is ruined body and soul. This misunderstanding is not in keeping with her original purpose and is only as recent as Medieval Scotland when she was associated with the Christian superstition of the succubi. It was popularized in print by the poet W.B. Yeats who claimed that she was a "blood sucking vampire" This was a dramatic touch, but is more likely a symptom of the Victorian obsession with succubi along with a bit of poetic license. Unfortunately, most research on the subject of Leanan Sidhe goes back no farther than the account Yeats held of her. There is a rich and enduring history and deeper meaning to the name Leanan Sidhe that is much more interesting than the popular vampire fantasies.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Feast of the Cold Sophie




Many of the old weather rules are forgotten. Nowadays, we rather rely on the weather forecast of radio and television. The "Ice Saints" Pankratius, Servatius and Bonifatius as well as the "Cold Sophie" are known for a cooling trend in the weather between 12th and 15th of May. For centuries this well-known rule had many gardeners align their plantings after it. Observations of weather patterns over many years have shown, however, that a drop in temperature occurs frequently only around May 20. Are the "Ice Saints" not in tune anymore? The mystery solution is found in the history of our calendar system: Pope Gregory VIII arranged a calendar reform in 1582, whereby the differences of the Julian calendar could be corrected to the sun year to a large extent. The day of the "Cold Sophie" (May 15) was the date in the old calendar and corresponds to today's May 22. Therefore the effects of the "Ice Saints" is felt in the time span of May 19-22. Sensitive transplants should only be put in the garden beds after this date.
"For some gardeners, the next three days are quite special. May 11, 12 and 13 are the feast days of saints Mamertius, Pancras (or Pancratius) and Gervais (or Gervatius). These three are known as the Three Chilly Saints, not because they were cold during their lifetimes, but because these days are traditionally the coldest of the month. According to folklore, these days were most likely to bring a late frost. In Germany, they were called the "Eismänner", or Icemen Days, and people believed it was never safe to plant until the Icemen were gone.
Today, most of us feel quite comfortable planting during the long weekend in May. But some gardeners, like Grandma, never put annuals in until after the full moon in May. This year the full moon was quite early in the month, next moon is not until the 30th.
By the way, the full moon in May is the Full Planting Moon or the Full Grass Moon.
I don't think I'll be able to hold off quite that long, but I will wait until the Icemen are gone."
:-)
Bee

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

The many stories of Rhiannon









Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the moon and inspiration. The enchanting fairy princess who rode so swiftly that no horseman could catch her, loved and chose to marry a mortal king of Wales. Accused of murdering their infant son, Rhiannon bore her humiliating punishment with a grace and dignity that melted the hearts of her adopted countrymen.
Eventually proven innocent, Rhiannon was reunited with her husband and son and restored to her throne. Later the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon became the famous Lady of the Lake who, in the legends of Camelot, gave Arthur the magical sword called Excalibur.



Rhiannon (her name is either "Maid of Annwn" or a variant of Rigatona, "Great Queen"), a version of the horse goddess Epona and of sovereignity. She was mistress of the Singing Birds. She appeared to Pwyll lord of Dyfed, as a beautiful woman in dazzling gold on a white horse. Pwyll sent his fastest horsemen after her, but could not catch her. On the third day, he spoke and she told him she wanted to marry him instead of her espoused husband Gwawl. Pywll was to meet her in a year and a day.
He won her at the court of her father, Hefeydd the Old, by her aid. She bore Pwyll a son, who vanished. Her women killed a puppy and smeared its blood on her, to avoid blame at the child's loss. As punishment, Rhiannon spent seven years telling her story to all comers and bearing them, like a horse, to the court.
The child, meanwhile, turned up at the court of Teyrnon, whose mares foaled on May eve and lost the foals mysteriously. When Teirnon kept watch, he saved a foal from a mysterious beast and also discovered, outside the stable, a child, whom he and his wife adopted. Then child grew to young manhood in seven years, and was given the foal rescued on the night he was found. Teirnon recognised the child as the son of Pwyll and returned him to his family, where he was named Pryderi ("worry") by his mother.
Later, after Pwyll's death, Rhiannon married Manawydan, brother of Bran and Branwen and son of Llyre a great magician. One day, all of Dyfed turned into a wasteland, and only Rhiannon, Manawydan, Pryderi, and his wife Cigfa, were spared. Manawydan and Pryderi were out hunting following an enormous white boar into a caer,( caer or kaer was a royal residence during the 1st millennium AD or earlier. Caer can be loosely translated castle or palace or fort)where Pryderi saw a golden bowl; when he touched it, he was en - spelled. Rhiannon went after him and fell under the same spell the caer then vanished, taking them with it. She was rescued when Manawydan captured the wife of their enemy, Llwyd, who was taking revenge for the ill treatment of Gwawl.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Mystical, Magical, Beltane Moon



Beltane Moon

Under the moon, its pure delight,
As it rises high, so full and shinning bright.
Reflecting a smile to all below,
and wrapping the world in a magical glow,
To wish all's well in the renewed days to come.
Filled by Mothers Natures grace, with the rising of the sun.

By BeeCharmer


Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Night-bloomiing Cereus

Hi To all on this May Day, I thought I would post a picture of some lovely surprises my dear fairy friend Casdo ( Carol ) sent me. The oh so cute ceramic bee candle and "buzz on in" plaque she sent me a bout a month ago.. The lovely plant in back are the starts I received from her yesterday off of her own plant.. It is called a;

"Night-Blooming Cereus " Queen of the Night Peniocereus greggii(Cereus greggii)

Very lovely night blooming flowers Quote: For one midsummer's night each year, its exquisitely scented flower opens as night falls, then closes forever with the first rays of the morning sun.
I am tending the starts with care as they are precious to me as the friendship..
Thank You Carol.. I will keep you updated on the plants progress. I mixed my own desert soil recipe. I have lived in desert regions.. I of course used my botanical no how<--LOL --->

Like " Mother Nature" listens to THAT!!

Sparkles All & Happy May Day

Bee

PS: To all My faithful blog readers & fellow blogger's, I have changed my comments settings to: Anyone can leave comments now---> you do not have to be a blog member to post now.. Sorry I meant to change that a long time ago .. But I forgot<---:-)