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Modern Worshippers: Manandán Mac Lir [Requested bythatriverkid]
The wildness of the sea calls to them. Many of them are accomplished rowers, some simply go boating when the weather is calm. Nautical tattoos and jewelry adorn their bodies; anchors, sea gulls, scales on the skin. They go storm chasing, seeing the glass-like waters turn into a maelstrom of energy and power. They ride horses on the beach, keep their stables clean and keep all the old horse shoes as offerings. Their skin smells like sea salt and brine.
They have nothing to fear because whether harsh or soft, the waves are His way of saying hello.
The old Gods are not dead
They are not sleeping
They have always been here, watching
Letting humans practice their free will
Helping those that are wise enough to ask
And blessing those that remember Them
A prayer to Manannan from a land-locked state
Ho! i call to Manannan
oh you of changing waves
May i feel you with the cycle of the tide
and the water carved valleys and caves
May i feel you with the cycle of the moon
that entices its motion and slide
i see your eyes in the river crane
and your fathers in the heron, so great and blue
Though my ancestors wandered from strand to river
i can still touch your waters as they run and quiver
May you walk along our shallow shale tributary
that ribbons through the hill and prairie
May your waters deluge our patchwork Arkansas
and your horses meander its banks
So you and I, dear Mac Lir, can walk side by side
guiding me through this life by my flank
Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
Christy Ann Martine (via dancing-at-the-funeralparty)
“Kilclooney Dolmen” – Ancient Portal Tomb
Kilclooney, Narin, Portnoo, County Donegal, Ireland
Ocean's Meadow 