#celtic

Nua-#CelticSoulJourney in #Ireland: While hunting, the Boar of Ben Bulben mortally wounded #Diarmaid. #Fionn would have had the ability to save his former captain and friend, but hesitated until Diarmaid was dead. Source: Dru Magus „#Myths and #legends of the #Celtic race“ #discoverireland #failteireland #ireland_gram #thisisireland #insta_ireland #wanderireland #roadtripireland #discoverireland #tourismireland #irelandphotography #beautifulireland #Celtic

Nua-#CelticSoulJourney in #Ireland: When Becfhola attempted an assignation to the hero Crimthann, the queen of Tara instead met Flann ua Fedach and spent an enchanted night with him on an island in Lough Erne. When she returned to Tara, it was as if no time had passed, for she was living in the #Otherworld in #fairy time with Flann, who soon came to take her away. Source: P. Monaghan Encyclopedia of #Celtic #Mythology and #Folklore` #discoverireland #failteireland #ireland_gram #thisisireland #insta_ireland #wanderireland #roadtripireland #discoverireland #tourismireland #irelandphotography #beautifulireland #Celtic

Fosgail an geata. Fàg fosgailte e. Open the gate. Leave it open. That's the whole instruction. It has one moving part. You either move it or you don't, and everything else I wrote this morning is me trying to say that in Gaelic and failing at a decent length. What's the smallest gate you could unbolt today? #Gàidhlig #MastoDaoine #ScottishGaelic #Gaelic #Language #Folklore #Druid #Celtic #Blessing #Community #Solidarity #QueerNews 1/2

What's the smallest gate you could unbolt today? #Gàidhlig #MastoDaoine #ScottishGaelic #Gaelic #Language #Folklore #Druid #Celtic #Blessing #Community #Solidarity #QueerNews Written this morning, free every morning → https://twp.ai/4huRbO 2/2

#MythologyMonday #Celtic: In no wise could the sons of Turenn direct their magic boat to the Isle of Finchory, and a quarter of a year they traversed the seaways and never could get tidings of that island. At last Brian fashioned for himself by magic art a water-dress, with a helmet of crystal, and into the depths of the sea he plunged. Source: Project Gutenberg eBook of „The High Deeds of Finn, And Other Bardic Romances of Ancient Ireland“ by T. W. Rolleston

#CemeterySunday #Cymru #Wales #NorthWales #StMargarets #cemetery #oldcemetary #churchyard #graveyard #gravestones #tombstones #tombs #celticcross #celtic #silentsunday #gothic #gothicvibes #moody #trees #Bäume #ancienttree #thicktrunktuesday #photography #Fotografie #amateurphotography

RE: https://mastodon.social/@AsarSameer/117015123440864063 'mon the #mastoFC! let's make quasi's #football wishes come true! i'd send him a #celtic top if i could. happy day, qusai!

#FindsFriday #Celtic: The throwing stick or ‘boomerang’ from Urville-Nacqueville (https://charabanctour.wordpress.com/2022/04/03/le-boomerang-de-normandie/) was found in situ in a vertical position against the wall of the ditch. Preserved from degradation by soil moisture since it was buried during the Second Iron Age (La Tène D1b: 120–80 BC), the stick was unearthed from a ditch into which it appears to have been deliberately placed as part of a ritual act. Beyond taphonomic evidence (relating to the various processes that have taken place since it was buried), this impression is reinforced by the deposition nearby, and under similar conditions, of a chimera combining, in an anatomically incorrect manner, the pelvis of an equid with a dog’s skull, and associated with several pieces of whale rib. A throwing stick – of which the boomerang is the most famous example – is a universal and timeless weapon. In an article from 1843, Samuel Ferguson was one of the first to recognise the existence of the boomerang in ancient Europe. Drawing on the writings of ancient authors, he proposed restoring its Latin name, ‘cateia’, which was subsequently explained by Salomon Reinach and later adopted by the Gaffiot Latin-French dictionary to mean a ‘throwing weapon of the Gauls which, like the boomerang [sic], returns to its point of origin’. Whilst the general context of the site does not suggest any military activity, this weapon does, however, find its place within a settlement where hunting was facilitated by the presence of various mammals (deer, roe deer, wild boar) and waterbirds (great and little auks, herring gulls, northern gannets, etc.). Through the social values it embodies, the Urville throwing stick also fits perfectly into the material culture of the site. As a hunting weapon intended for a leisure activity reserved for a privileged population free from productive labour, this object, like many others discovered at the site, outlines the contours of a prosperous civilian population whose status remains difficult to assess in detail. Source: https://www.inrap.fr/breves-gauloises-le-boomerang-d-urville-naccqueville-manche-20828

#FolkloreThursday #Celtic: `When St. Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland, some of the old magical rituals of the past were abandoned. This angered the Tuatha Dé Danann, who were masters of magic. In protest, they used their magic powers to turn themselves into horses and galloped to Kilcornan, where they hid for centuries in the Kilcornan caves. Time passed, until one day seven foals emerged from the caves. They were frightened by the bright daylight and bolted, galloping along the edge of the cliff. The spot where they met their awful fate is now known as Aillenasharragh, or 'Leap of the Foals'. Source: Leap of the Foals at Cliffs of Moher visitor centre

#FolkloreThursday #Celtic: Tadg and his men set out over the stormy, heavy flood, till at last they saw no land before them or behind them, but only the hillsides of the great sea. And farther on again they heard the singing of a great flock of unknown birds; and pleasant white-bellied salmon were leaping about the curragh on every side, and seals, very big and dark, were coming after them, breaking through the shining wash of the oars; and great whales after them again, so that the young men liked to be looking at them, for they were not used to see the like before. Source: Gods and Fighting Men by Lady Gregory - Project Gutenberg eBook

#FolkloreThursday #Celtic: `They went all through the island, but they found no living thing on it, man or beast, but only flocks of sheep. And the size of the sheep was past all telling, as big as horses they were, and the whole island was filled with their wool. And there was one great flock beyond all the others, all of very big rams, and one of them was biggest of all, nine horns he had, and he charged on Tadg's chief men, attacking them and butting at them. There was vexation on them then, and they attacked him again, and there was a struggle between them. And at the first the ram broke through five of their shields. But Tadg took his spear that there was no escape from, and made a lucky cast at the ram and killed him. And they brought the ram to the curragh and made it ready for the young men to eat, and they stopped three nights on the island, and every night it was a sheep they had for their food. And they gathered a good share of the wool and put it in the curragh because of the wonder and the beauty of it. And they found the bones of very big men on the island, but whether they died of sickness or were killed by the rams they did not know. Source: Gods and Fighting Men by Lady Gregory

#WyrdWednesday: While horned helmets among the #Celtic tribes are well documented in artwork and coins from the period, actual archaeological confirmation of the existence of this particular type of helmet has been rare. Indeed, until now it was thought that the only known example from Iron Age Europe was the Waterloo Helmet found in the River Thames in London, which is ceremonial in nature and differs greatly from Celtic horned helmets depicted elsewhere.` Photo: Warrior with horned helmet depicted on a stele from Bormio (Lombardy), Italy, (early 4th c. BC) Source: https://balkancelts.wordpress.com/2017/03/26/the-tyle-helmet-a-balkan-celtic-horned-helmet-from-bryastovets-eastern-bulgaria/

#FairyTaleTuesday #Celtic: In his poem “I and Pangur Ban“ the author is talking about his pet cat, Pangur Bán, bán meaning ‘white’ in Irish. Pangur means ‘fuller’, a tradesman involved in the production of woollen cloth, in which it is cleansed of oils, dirt and impurities, making it thicker. Perhaps this was a reference to the cat’s thick, white, clean fur. The author is comparing Pangur’s skill at hunting mice with his own industriousness as a wordsmith. It is quite clear from the poem that Pangur is his pet, and that there is fondness and companionship between them. Source: https://aliisaac.substack.com/ https://twitter.com/BrentMerrill/status/1754138062756422079

#FairyTaleTuesday #Celtic: In Mallow there is a deep cave beneath Castlecor, where they say many treasures lie glittering, guarded by a white cat that was once a queen called Aeibhill, until she was enchanted by her sister. Once a year the cat can again become human for a week at midsummer, appearing as a beautiful maiden of twenty. She is regarded as the guardian spirit of the Dalcassian race, and Queen of the Fairies of North Munster. The King of Ireland, Brian Ború, is reported as saying on the evening of the Battle Clontarf that Aeibhill came to him the previous night and told him he should fall that day. Source: Midsummer Bonfire Night | Folk and Fairy Tales from the Emerald Isle

The Welsh Arthurian knight Owain had a special bond with wild beasts. He commanded 300 magical size-changing ravens, and his most loyal companion was a black lion he had saved from a giant serpent. Afterwards, the lion constantly followed Owain around like an friendly dog. #FairyTaleTuesday #Mythology #Folklore #Wales #Celtic #KingArthur #Arthurian #Animal #Lion

#MythologyMonday #Celtic: While Fergus mac Róich lived in exile, his comrade in Ailill’s household was Lugaid the blind poet, to wit, a brother of Ailill’s was that Lugaid. Once after deeds of valour Fergus and Medb went swimming [i.e. in Lough Findloch (= Lough Carra)] on Mag Ai. And jealousy seized Ailill. “It is delightful what the hart and the doe are doing in the lake, O Lugaid,” said Ailill. “Why not kill them?” said Lugaid, who had never missed his aim. “Do thou have a cast at them!” said Ailill. “Turn my face towards them,” said Lugaid, “and bring a lance to me.” Fergus was washing himself in the lake, and his breast was towards them. And his chariot is brought to Ailill, so that it was near him; and Lugaid threw the lance, so that it passed out through his back behind. “The cast has gone home!” said Lugaid. “That is true,” said all; “it is the end of Fergus.” “How sad,” said Lugaid, “if I should have killed my foster-brother and comrade innocently”. Source: https://iso.ucc.ie/Aided-fergusa/Aided-fergusa-text.html

In Welsh folklore, Bedwyr (Bedivere) is one of King Arthur's two best friends, and one of his best warriors (despite being one-handed). Bedwyr lost his hand battling Gwrgi Rough-Grey, a dog-headed man (strangely reminiscent of how the Norse god Tyr lost his hand to the wolf Fenris). 🎨 Margaret Jones #MythologyMonday #Folklore #Mythology #Wales #Celtic #KingArthur #Arthurian #Arthuriana #MargaretJones

In Irish mythology, Nuada was the first king of the supernatural Tuatha Dé Danann, but lost his hand in battle. As a king of the Tuatha Dé Danann must be physically perfect, Nuada could not remain king until the divine physician Dian Cecht made him a working silver hand. 🎨 Jim FitzPatrick #MythologyMonday #Mythology #Folklore #Ireland #Celtic #Fairy #Faerie

Brittany is home to many megalithic monuments. In fact, the words menhir and dolmen come from the Breton language. 10 facts about Brittany. https://topicaltens.blogspot.com/2026/07/26-july-brittany.html #Brittany #France #Celtic

#FolkloreThursday #Celtic: Loughanleagh is a land steeped in ancient folklore, where mythical creatures and legendary figures from Ireland’s past continue to stir the imagination. Local folklore has many stories loaded with ancient mythology. One such example is the ‘One-eyed Hare of Loughanleagh’. It is said that a gamekeeper lived on the mountain and had been told that a fine hare had been seen beside the “Lake of the Cure”, so he concealed himself nearby to kill it. One day, just as the sun was sinking beneath the horizon a hare came abounding to him. But what he saw astounded him and he could not move. The hare was no ordinary hare – it had a great big red eye in the centre of its forehead and dived right down into the lake to the ‘#Otherworld’ where it belonged. Source: https://www.loughanleagh.com/folklore/