The Bean Tighe (pronounced ban tig) is a helpful spirit that is likely one of the inspirations for the "fairy godmother" type donor/patron from faerie and folk tales. She is the one who makes it possible for others to achieve their potential ... whether it be helping with the maintenance of one's home, one's finances, or the ability to make one's dreams come true.


Sunday, November 20, 2011

Getting to know you ...

A couple of days ago (Thursday and Friday), I got the chance to indulge my herbal-geek by making some rosehip syrup. It was a fun and satisfying experience, having the chance to get back to some wildcrafting which I hadn't been able to do while I was in Calgary. I ended up with a good quantity of syrup that will help maintain the family's health over the winter courtesy of an extremely high vitamin C content, bolster the immune system, help the kidneys and taste good to boot.

I also got the opportunity to experience Lady Airmid's energy for the first time. I must say, I've become so accustomed to Medb's crone-like, cranky, short-tempered, bluntness and Brìd's well-rounded, mature, even-tempered, balance ... Airmid's chirpy, upbeat, youthfully optimistic vibe caught me quite off guard.

Should it be a surprise to be that I've gotten to know my three Ladies backwards? Crone to Maiden? I suppose it shouldn't have ... due to the circumstances of my youth, I always felt as if I'd bypassed the Child/Youth stage of things. It's not an uncommon situation for an adult child of an alcoholic, particularly the eldest child who, so very often, finds him/herself in the position of trying to be the parent ... I have had enough years and enough chances to speak to others like myself to confirm this for myself. With vivid memories of cradling my mother in the middle of the night, holding and rocking her while assuring her that everything was going to be ok, I can recognize that I did, indeed, adopt the adult's role (as well as a child could) from a very young age (mabey 5 or 6).

So, Airmid's energy caught me by surprise ... should that be such a big deal?

Well, for many, perhaps not ... but for me, it was a very welcome experience. Those who know me would rarely describe me, I think, as a spontaneous bundle of energy and enthusiasm. I know that I have a tendency to barely break a smile where other's would be rolling in the aisles ... I still operate under the perception that so many of us humans experience when life has been difficult for long periods of time. After a while, you almost become afraid to allow yourself to express too much enjoyment or joy for fear that would be the signal to the universe to take it all away.

For those two days, I bounced around the kitchen, feeling light and happy, tending to this part or that part of the crafting process almost (but not quite) singing ... though I certainly felt like I might have liked to.

It was nice ... it was refreshing ... it made me want to allow myself that smile I so often hold back.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Tempering Impulse ...

So, I've been doing a bit of homework and web-surfing and it turns out that I could set up a basic portable blade forge rather easily ... would cost less than $200 for all the necessary materials plus some elbow grease to get it all put together and ready to run. A more permanent construction would be a bit more expensive but still readily doable ... and, to be honest, my preference.

This is becoming less of a "wouldn't it be nice if" prospect and more of a "I could actually do this ?!?" one.

And all the while that mental image of magically worked and empowered wire melting into a red hot piece of metal refuses to leave my mind ... the question that generated the image remains as well. What effect would it have if ... ?

That along with the memory of a cloud I spotted on the drive back from Merritt ... I was very grateful to have Kara in the car with me, as I didn't opt to stop and take a photo and this cloud formation was almost as perfect an upright almost heraldic dragon, complete with smoke curls coming out of it's mouth, as I have ever seen. I made a point of pointing it out to Kara so that I might have corroboration as to what I thought it looked like and a witness that I'd seen it at all.

The right property would end up being key, as I would need to have enough space for a proper tool shop with room to work in. A nice big garage or car port would work ... or even a yard large enough to put a workshop up in and still have enough space for gardening.

It seems to me that my crafts are coming too easily for it to simply be a matter of coincidence ... which I do not believe in anyhow. I suspect that I'm being prodded again ... might be interesting to follow up on and see what my Lady Brìd has in mind.

Monday, October 31, 2011

A Samhain Portent ...

With everything that's been going on in my life in the last couple of days (see my Líon Damháin blog for details if interested) I've been dreading the approach of Samhain (year's end). This is so not how I wanted my first new year back in the Lower Mainland to go .. I had hoped that, by now, I would have had my own home to celebrate in. Instead, the waiting drags on interminably as my sibling continues to play her games and the lawyer is slow about taking the next step. I have been dreading Halloween and, to anyone who knows me well, this would serve as a warning bell signifying that something is going very wrong with the Weaver. 


Normally I love this holiday and I have, in years past, done everything I could to make it as much fun for myself and my family as I could (one of my children's favourite memories is getting up on Halloween morning to find that Mum had stayed up into the wee hours decorating the house so that it was spook-tastic when they awoke). This year, I have just wanted it to come and go quietly ... no jack o'lanterns, no decorations, no costumes, no altar, nothing. The only part of the Samhain season that I will still do is a very private nod to the ancestors, since that's a matter of respect for those who came before me and they are deserving of such.


I've been trying, fruitlessly, to dredge up the thread of a tale to spin for my NaNoWriMo challenge ... spinning my wheels while the greater portion of my mind has been preoccupied with dealing with the emotional fall out from "real life". It got to the point, yesterday, when I did the mental version of throwing my hands up in surrender and quietly asked the universe for help, for a sign, for something ... anything to show me that things will eventually be "all right" again, to give me just a little direction.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

New Beginnings ...

So, It took until today to actually get to the DHC to enroll in the Chartered Herbalist program ... but it is done.

And here's the proof  ... ^_~

And so it begins ... anew.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Back to School ...

So, the funds didn't come through quite as quickly as we'd hoped, but they came ... I go to Burnaby Monday to enroll at DHC ^_^

Dhaiobh Airmid!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Airmid's Entrance ...

And so, it would appear that my suspicion regarding the growing strength of a certain individual's influence on my life has been confirmed. In a manner that, were I not a Gael, might seem almost coincidental in nature I have been provided the opportunity to begin studies at Dominion Herbal College in their Chartered Herbalist course. It is a 1 year, distance learning program ... the original course that has been offered since 1926. Upon completion of which, I will be eligible to apply for their Master Herbalist course (and able to follow that up with their 4 year Clinical Herbal Therapy Diploma program should I choose to).

Considering that, this time last month, I had not the means to take the course ... and only the faintest hints that subtle strings were being pulled on my behalf by powers unseen ... I'm considering this a mighty powerful hint to get myself enrolled. ^_^  So that is what I'll be tending to tomorrow.

I'm rather excited about the whole thing.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

You don't always get what you want ...

I'm still somewhat stunned at the sequence of events that has transpired over the course of the last 24 hours ... and I keep ½ expecting to either wake up, or have the other shoe drop.

Just two days ago, I wrote about my perception of my relationship with my three Ladies ... in particular the sense I have of the ascendance of Airmid's energy in my life and how I felt that I would soon be experiencing more of her influence and direction in my life.

I've been quite enjoying the sense of connectedness I have been experiencing while working on my crafting the last few days. Whether I am making jump rings or working on a weave, I have made a point to invite my Ladies before I begin and have my Kildare Flame burning while I work. It has added a dimension to the work that I have not experienced before in this manner. I am not unfamiliar with the feeling from my work as a massage therapist in Calgary, or from those times when I am inspired to write. I have not felt it in a pastime situation before and, I found, it caused me to be more meditative while working the metal wire.

Last night, as I worked on preparing the jump rings for the dice bag that Sheri wants to give her husband for yuletide, I began turning thoughts concerning my future over in my head. It's nothing that I haven't done for months now, ever since returning to the Lower Mainland. What was different this time was that, by virtue that I needed to focus a fair bit of my attention on the task of coiling and cutting the wire for the rings, I didn't necessarily have enough energy to engage in the usually rituals of self-doubt and discouragement. I found myself thinking about what I'd like to do next quite calmly and, even, with a little detachment.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Honouring a Valued Guide along my Path


Quan Yin -

Known by many names through the Orient ... Quan Yin in China, Kannon in Japan, Gwan-eum in Korea, Kuan Eim in Thailand, Quan Âm in Vietnam, Kun Yum in Hong Kong, Kwan Im in Indonesia, and Tārā in Tibet.

Many people who purport to follow Celtic reconstructionist forms of neo-paganism have, at various times, tried to give me grief for the fact that my deific journey began with a goddess who was not of my cultural background. How could I expect them to believe that I was being led by a Chinese goddess to a Celtic path?

For most of the year 2000, I had trouble reconciling it myself ... well that AND coming to terms with the fact that the vision I'd experienced during that first Reiki Attunement had been real. I've a skeptical turn of mind, for the most part, and my experiences in the neo-pagan "community" had taught me to make use of said skepticism liberally. It was easier for me to believe that I was going crazy, than it was to believe that I'd had a spiritual event.   x_x

During the Attunement, I experienced what I always hesitate to call a "vision". I had gone deep during the preparatory meditation and experienced a dreamlike sequence that culminated in my being addressed by Quan Yin (tho I had to research to figure out who she was .. all I knew was that she was a beautiful asian woman who was dressed in flowing white and blue silks kind of like a chinese Virgin Mary from the iconography of the Catholic church).

She greeted me with the words: "I know your kind. I have taught your like before. If you would walk with me for a while, there is much for you to learn." A statement which puzzled the heck out of me at the time.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Meandering Journeys ...


In my spiritual practices, I view my Lady Brìd as my current primary Patron, with the Ladies Medb and Airmid in attendance.

It is not exactly a triune in the neo-traditional manner of the maiden/mother/crone ... more a reflection of the manner that my spiritual development progressed, via the healing arts, from generic pagan/Wiccan    --> to my first "real" deific Patron, Quan Yin, at my first Reiki Attunement in 2000 and my 4 years of learning under her gentle guidance --> to the dream that gave me to know that someone new was on the horizon and that benevolent Quan Yin* was preparing to hand me over to the much coarser and more direct influence of Medb of Connaught in 2004 -->to the gradual fade of Medb's energies into the background in 2008 (diminished but hardly gone and ever ready to swing her Targe at my skull should I be failing to do something I should) when I became a FlameKeeper for the Ord Brighideach International and Brìd's strong and tempered influence came to the fore with the knowledge that there was yet one more Lady, yet to come to complete my personal Triad.

Airmid, the herbalist of the Tuatha de Dannan, has been on the periphery of my spiritual journey for a very long time now ... having made herself known at the same time as Lady Medb but remaining in the background, presumably allowing me the time to grow into the right moment where I would best be able to appreciate her lessons. I believe this because, from the point my Mother crossed the veil last year, her energy has begun growin in strength. Like a star in the evening, Airmid is ascendant on the horizon of my life and soon will be a more active part of my spiritual development.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

The Germ of a Notion ...

Ok so ... I have this idea, right?

In a little while, I'm going to be in a position to do a little good in my community on a one on one basis. And I will, regardless of whether any of the ideas rattling about in my skull ever come about. I'll make my difference in helping those I can ... those who will let me, anyway.
^_~

However!
I'm trying to figure out how to create something special ...

The biggest difficulty I can foresee has more to do with today's society and how very rare it would appear to be for altruistic behaviour and philanthropy to be truly exercised now. Especially in the current economic environment where it seems to be so very unusual for an individual to care enough for their fellow to offer help without debilitating strings, ulterior motives, or catches being involved.

The most common immediate response to an offer of help is a refusal. And why should that be surprising? Who would be so naive as to imagine that someone would care enough about you as to wish to help just for the sake of helping. And none of us, due to our pride, ever really want to feel indebted to another.

The biggest danger I can foresee at this point would be my inexperience with such matters and the fact that I am an inherently naive person and poor judge of character. It would be very easy for me to attempt to help someone get ahead only to end up getting used. Have that happen too often, and I'd either end up in a position where I cannot help anyone anymore or I'd be so hurt by the greedy actions of unscrupulous persons as to not want to risk it any more. I do have a responsibility to ensure that I have an inheritance to pass down to my sons and my granddaughter.

No point in trying to create an organised anything until I can see, by trial and error, whether I can successfully help someone and see them, in turn, pay the gift forward to lend a hand to someone else.

Is there?


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Laying the Foundation ...

Since I am not yet to the point where I can do more than plan, I figured it would be a good thing to put this blog together and have it ready for when I can properly begin with it.

I'm quite pleased with how it's come together, the content (photos, background, text, and layout) all sort of flowed in a way I rarely have happen. I choose to view this as an indication that I'm doing the right things at the right time ...