Cailleach,
Grandmother,Who ends things in their season,
Who bends not to law or plow or wall,
Whose herds are not led willingly to slaughter,
but meet their fate with tooth and horn and claw,Who embodies all that is wild and untamable,
Who yields the land only
to rulers who will abide youas you are,
Hear those of us that they would lead to the slaughter.
Speak to that in our souls which cannot break.
Give us the strength to end that which must end.
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“How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky.”
— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea
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The ocean is an amazingly beautiful, raw, unpredictable environment and it’s crazy to think these kinds of anomalies have been occurring every second of every day since the beginning of it all.
The Heaven-World of the ancient Celts, unlike that of the Christians, was not situated in some distant, unknown region of planetary space, but here on our own earth. As it was necessarily a subjective world, poets could only describe it in terms more or less vague; and its exact geographical location, accordingly, differed widely in the minds of scribes from century to century.
Sometimes, as is usual to-day in fairy-lore, it was a subterranean world entered through caverns, or hills, or mountains, and inhabited by many races and orders of invisible beings, such as demons, shades, fairies, or even gods. And the underground world of the Sidhe-folk, which cannot be separated from it, was divided into districts or kingdoms under different fairy kings and queens, just as the upper world of mortals.
The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries, by W.Y. Evans-Wentz
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