Breaking the Silence

Two months ago I decided to take a break from blogging. I’d returned from Wales after climbing mist-ensorcelled hound-haunted Cadair Idris. Standing on the shoulder of a giant dizzied by his mad dreams. Staring down into Llyn Cau and Llyn y Gadair. Finding refuge in the hut of the mountain guide.

In Wales the gods are huge. Their names and stories echo from deep valleys and massive mountains and are carried in streams and rivers to where the immensity of the sky meets the immaculate sea on the western coast. From Pen y Gadair the mists of Gwyn ap Nudd never leave.

On Borth beach I read Heron’s new translation of ‘The Dialogue of Gwyn ap Nudd and Gwyddno Garanhir’. The name Borth derives from Porth Wyddno and is the location of Cantre’r Gwaelod (The Bottom Hundred); Gwyddno’s drowned kingdom. It was my intuition Gwyddno died there and the poem records a conversation between the worlds where Gwyn offers Gwyddno protection and guides him to Annwn (the Brythonic otherworld).

Reading the poem was immensely powerful. I experienced vividly the presence of these two great mythic figures speaking against the backdrop of the pebbled beach and roaring sea. Afterward at sunset I saw the otherland of which Gwyn speaks ‘where the tide ebbs fiercely on the shore’ appear on the horizon.

Borth VI returned to Penwortham mind-blown with much to absorb in thought and dream only to experience another immensity. This time a crushing one. Walking the section of the old pilgrim’s path that leads across the A59 from the site of St Mary’s Well to the War Memorial I got trapped in the middle of the road: unable to cross because of the heavy rush of traffic at school pick-up time.

A59 between site of St Mary's Well and Penwortham War MemorialI knew this was the result of the widening of Penwortham By-Pass. A rush which will only increase when a new stretch of by-pass is built leading over the river Ribble to Junction 2 of the M55 (which exists only in name having been planned over 40 years ago). That this was linked to the expansion of BAE, the University of Central Lancashire, to the building of new housing developments and employment sites throughout Preston and South Ribble.

I was struck by the overwhelming gnosis it was beyond me to stop the growth of this monster. I could not stop the City Deal. I’d known for a while the City Deal was something not even the most seasoned campaigners would dare take on as a whole. That each of us must find our own way of protecting what we value within the realms of possibility whether it’s by campaigning against individual developments, fracking (which will not only ruin the landscape and poison our sacred watercourses but fuel the monster), austerity, defending and caring for an area of green space or growing and nurturing a community group.

Acknowledging this insight has taken a lot of readjustment during which I realised attempting not even to save the world but just South Ribble and Preston, Penwortham even, was beyond my capability and making me ill. Not only that, Peneverdant ‘the green hill on the water’ with its aquifer shattered in 1884, its holy wells dry, its banks subsiding with falling trees and gravestones under increasing duress from the By-Pass wanted to close down. Hence the closure of ‘From Peneverdant.’

What did I have left? The Friends group I run in Greencroft Valley with its wildflowers and apple trees. The monthly poetry night I play a lead role in organising at Korova Arts Cafe & Bar which provides a safe and welcoming space for newcomers and established poets to perform. The Oak and Feather Grove.

My relationship with the land and the gods which my recent travels north and to Wales have taught me need not be limited to Penwortham. The inspiration and awe I find in my path as an awenydd devoted to Gwyn ap Nudd. The depth and magic of his known and unknown stories. A growing awareness of other Brythonic gods and goddesses and their myths.

Whilst I’ve had support and companionship from friends and family and other poets and pagans, until the past couple of months my path as an awenydd and Brythonic polytheist has been a lonely one. However, in October I went to Glasgow to a ritual to Epona-Rigantona led by Potia and last week returned to Borth and finally met Heron, whose writing has guided and inspired me for several years.

Together on Borth beach Heron and I read my story ‘The Crossing of Gwyddno Garanhir’ which I wrote after my previous visit to Borth based on his translation of Gwyn and Gwyddno’s dialogue. It was moving and beautiful reading and listening to the words, born from the place, from an ancient poem passed on from poet to poet, feeling it live on the sea breeze and the rolling tides, honouring Gwyn’s role as a psychopomp, Gwyddno’s passing and the absent cranes (‘garan’ from Garanhir means crane in Welsh) who I gave the role of soul-birds. Afterward we walked across Cors Fochno (Borth Bog), where cranes may have nested, up Cwm Clettwr and to Taliesin’s grave.

I returned nourished with my feeling of the increasing import of the Brythonic myths juxtaposed with my frustration so few people have an interest in them. Of having much to share but no-one to share with. Which led once again to despair until I had a dream which somehow I knew took place ten years in the future.

I was leading a guided tour of one or two disinterested people to ‘Cockersand Fields’ (which I interpreted to be the fields near Cockersand Abbey where a statue to Mars-Nodens was found) and was feeling ready to give up on this task and life altogether. I hadn’t put my heart into it for several years. Then I saw a group of young backpackers approaching from boats on a sunset beach with smiles and eyes filled with hope. They’d come searching for stories about Gwyn, which I’d failed to write: a failure I suddenly regretted and a friend pushed me to rectify.

The dream seemed to be telling me not to lose hope in a vocation that nurtures my soul, brings me joy and could likewise bring meaning and purpose to others because my writing doesn’t provoke immediate responses or recognition. To think of the long term rather than satisfaction in the now.

Thus for the first time since the closure of ‘From Peneverdant’ I break my silence. Whilst I can’t promise my words will save the world or even Penwortham, I hope for others led down strange paths by little-known gods they may provide signposts in the mist that lead to the strength and inspiration to live with joy and depth in this troubled world.

Borth III

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21 thoughts on “Breaking the Silence

  1. Lorna, I am one who is very interested in the Brythonic Myths having come late to them. I live in the US but have been following my ancestors and learning about their home in Britain and their gods and finding myself in the process. I would greatly appreciate it if you would recommend any books that I might read because other than the Mabinogian I haven´t read much.

    1. Hello, thanks for your enquiry. It’s led me to start putting together a page on Brythonic Resources (see the menu at the top). I’d recommend Skene’s translation of ‘The Four Books of Ancient Wales’ http://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fab/index.htm and / or Will Parker’s discussion of The Mabinogion http://www.mabinogion.info/ A good sound book on the archaeology of ‘Celtic’ Britain with lots of references to inscriptions and altars to individual deities is Anne Ross’s ‘Pagan Celtic Britain.’ If you’re interested in Brythonic Polytheism (although it covers Gaelic and Brythonic and gods and goddesses and Druidry as a whole) Robin Herne’s ‘Old Gods, New Druids’ is an excellent starting point.

  2. Yes, lovely to have you back ‘on air’, if only occasionally. I can imagine how awful it must have been to get trapped in the middle of that road! – and am pleased to hear about your return to Borth. The photos are evocative, and the dream .

  3. It’s good to have you and your words back in the ether! It sounds like you had quite the experience while away from blogging – alone your photos are utterly stunning!

  4. Have missed your posts and beautiful, lyric photos too–very much… Maybe you, like many of us, were just having a meaning crisis. They do come and go…….Increase follows Decrease, XOX, Charlotte

  5. “In Wales the gods are huge.” That is an understatement! So, so good to see you back. Speaking selfishly, it’s hard to find a good Brythonic polytheist fix in the blogosphere. Glad you’re dealing again. 😉

  6. Great to hear this positive orientation and that you got so much out of your visit. Reading ‘The Crossing of Gwyddno Garanhir’ by the tide’s edge was indeed a powerful experience and I believe it should make a valuable contribution to the continuation in our own time of the Brythonic mythos.

  7. Good to “hear” you again Lorna. I’m sure there are many others like me who look forward to your contributions but rarely comment – you may be having a wider effect than you are aware of. On the wider scale; some battles are won, some are lost, some apparently lost battles sow the seeds for future change that may be more significant than you can predict at the time.

  8. Lorna, it is good to see you back, and I know that sometimes it feels we can’t do anything to change the onslaught but don’t forget that sometimes we small people with our small efforts actually do manage to turn back unwanted developments (remember Save the Ribble?!) and also the creative inspiration you glean from the places we inhabit on the earth and you give back to others in your own creativity is a prize beyond rubies. ❤

  9. Lorna, I am so glad you refound your inspiration. Just keep doing what you feel is right. Maybe your dream meant that your work will have meaning to many others in the future.

  10. Glad you are back! I’m afraid i am someone who does not comment much on the interweb, but i want to let you know i have followed your poetry and essays with close attention and appreciation over the past several years. Thank you.

  11. It means so much that you write this, Lorna, this post, and your stories. There is an interest in the Brythonic gods, but sadly, whenever I see it brought up, many people are referred to the more known Celtic gods, or told to look farther away to gods of different ancestry. What you write is important! I know there are people who yearn to know these things. I was one of those people who was being pulled/pushed here from a young age, but never found any information. Then I joined TDN, and after a whole year there, and after exhausting all other options deity-wise, I got a message from Gwyn in the form of a vision that knocked me flat. Then I wrote about it, and you brought him up… and that was the first I’d heard of him. In such a short time he became my very reason for living – my life.

    Please don’t give up, Lorna. No matter how small a gesture is, it’s so important. Even larger happenings require smaller starts.

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