#folklorethursday — Public Fediverse posts
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"In the beginning, there was only water and fog. Then, Hesaketvmesē—the Maker of Breath—blew the mists away to reveal the world." Every green shoot and blossoming tupelo is a reminder of that first life-giving breath. #Muscogee #Spring #Okefenokee #SuwaneeRiver #FolkloreThursday
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#Celtic #FolkloreThursday: `#CúChulainn was the champion of Ulster, and most famous for his almost single-handed defence of the province against Medb, Queen of Connacht in the tale of the Cattle Raid of Cooley. The tale of his conception and birth is a curious one. #Dechtire, his mother, was half sister of King Conchobar mac Nessa, was married to an Ulster chieftain named #Sualtam.
One night, a mayfly landed in her cup of wine, and she swallowed it without realising. She fell into a deep sleep during which #Lugh Lamfhada, God of Lightning, visited her, and claimed that he was that mayfly and had impregnated her. He then transformed her along with fifty of her serving women into a flock of birds and flew them to Bru na Boinne (Newgrange).
She gave birth to a son there, and named him #Setanta. The men of Ulster then came for her and escorted her home. Setanta grew up to become the hero CúChulainn. Without a doubt, he was a spectacular and precocious child, with battle skills and prowess to match that of any adult warrior. Although he died very young – some stories say seventeen, some say thirty years of age – he achieved fame and admiration which is still told of today.`
Source: Ali Isaac | Substack
https://twitter.com/of_mythology/status/1312497026068746241?t=L5HVuFRPpqzjC8_lIfec8Q&s=09 -
#Celtic #FolkloreThursday: `#CúChulainn was the champion of Ulster, and most famous for his almost single-handed defence of the province against Medb, Queen of Connacht in the tale of the Cattle Raid of Cooley. The tale of his conception and birth is a curious one. #Dechtire, his mother, was half sister of King Conchobar mac Nessa, was married to an Ulster chieftain named #Sualtam.
One night, a mayfly landed in her cup of wine, and she swallowed it without realising. She fell into a deep sleep during which #Lugh Lamfhada, God of Lightning, visited her, and claimed that he was that mayfly and had impregnated her. He then transformed her along with fifty of her serving women into a flock of birds and flew them to Bru na Boinne (Newgrange).
She gave birth to a son there, and named him #Setanta. The men of Ulster then came for her and escorted her home. Setanta grew up to become the hero CúChulainn. Without a doubt, he was a spectacular and precocious child, with battle skills and prowess to match that of any adult warrior. Although he died very young – some stories say seventeen, some say thirty years of age – he achieved fame and admiration which is still told of today.`
Source: Ali Isaac | Substack
https://twitter.com/of_mythology/status/1312497026068746241?t=L5HVuFRPpqzjC8_lIfec8Q&s=09 -
Phlox Paniculata, a flower from the central and eastern United States.
In the Victorian language of flowers, phlox meant 'unanimity'.
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#Folklore #Flowers #CrookHallGardens #Phlox #FabulousFolklorePodcast #PlantLore #PhloxPaniculata #FolkloreThursday #FolkloreBlog #Floriography #VictorianLanguageofFlowers -
Phlox Paniculata, a flower from the central and eastern United States.
In the Victorian language of flowers, phlox meant 'unanimity'.
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#Folklore #Flowers #CrookHallGardens #Phlox #FabulousFolklorePodcast #PlantLore #PhloxPaniculata #FolkloreThursday #FolkloreBlog #Floriography #VictorianLanguageofFlowers -
#Celtic #FolkloreThursday: `#CúChulainn was the champion of Ulster, and most famous for his almost single-handed defence of the province against Medb, Queen of Connacht in the tale of the Cattle Raid of Cooley. The tale of his conception and birth is a curious one. #Dechtire, his mother, was half sister of King Conchobar mac Nessa, was married to an Ulster chieftain named #Sualtam.
One night, a mayfly landed in her cup of wine, and she swallowed it without realising. She fell into a deep sleep during which #Lugh Lamfhada, God of Lightning, visited her, and claimed that he was that mayfly and had impregnated her. He then transformed her along with fifty of her serving women into a flock of birds and flew them to Bru na Boinne (Newgrange).
She gave birth to a son there, and named him #Setanta. The men of Ulster then came for her and escorted her home. Setanta grew up to become the hero CúChulainn. Without a doubt, he was a spectacular and precocious child, with battle skills and prowess to match that of any adult warrior. Although he died very young – some stories say seventeen, some say thirty years of age – he achieved fame and admiration
which is still told of today.https://twitter.com/of_mythology/status/1312497026068746241?t=L5HVuFRPpqzjC8_lIfec8Q&s=09
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Primroses meant 'early youth' in the Victorian language of flowers, according to Mrs Burke's Language of Flowers dictionary.
#FabulousFolklorePodcast #FlowerLore #FolkloreThursday #Folklore #FlowerFolklore #PlantLore #VictorianLanguageOfFlowers #Floriography #Primroses #Flowers
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#GothicAdvent Day 5:
The Dropping Rock #Sacred Spring and #HolyWell is one of those mysterious and ancient places that hide away on the #IsleOfWight. The #CunningFolk of the island believe it received its name because was one of the places where the ancient #Devil #Stones was dismantled. The stones were worked and turned into the well and the Dropping Rock arch.
They say that it was in the deepest and darkest time of the year that works started to dismantle the Devil Stone. As they lay the rocks in formation and they touched the holy water, each stone screamed as the water bound the evil within.
Dropping, and dropping, through fern and through heather,
E'en in the summer noon's sultriest weather;
Still the hard rock is its water bestowing,
Where the rank weeds germ, and the rushes are growing.Gently and evenly falls the clear shower,
The work of a mighty, invisible power;
Streaming not, running not—dropping alone,
Through the centuries past, and the long ages flown. -- The Vecta Garland 1860 -
#GothicAdvent Day 5:
The Dropping Rock #Sacred Spring and #HolyWell is one of those mysterious and ancient places that hide away on the #IsleOfWight. The #CunningFolk of the island believe it received its name because was one of the places where the ancient #Devil #Stones was dismantled. The stones were worked and turned into the well and the Dropping Rock arch.
They say that it was in the deepest and darkest time of the year that works started to dismantle the Devil Stone. As they lay the rocks in formation and they touched the holy water, each stone screamed as the water bound the evil within.
Dropping, and dropping, through fern and through heather,
E'en in the summer noon's sultriest weather;
Still the hard rock is its water bestowing,
Where the rank weeds germ, and the rushes are growing.Gently and evenly falls the clear shower,
The work of a mighty, invisible power;
Streaming not, running not—dropping alone,
Through the centuries past, and the long ages flown. -- The Vecta Garland 1860