Re-designing the Shrine

Devotional Work on the Shrine

The re-arrangement of Rhiannon’s shrine area is well advanced. The horse has been re-positioned and a larger area of the surround covered in slate chippings. I have been proceeding slowly with the chippings to discern what will please her. I have some other chippings…

Spring Equinox

So the work has begun. Mererid’s fountain is now flowing again. Rosmerta’s cup overflows into the Cauldron. The waters of life swell in the Earth. I have also begun clearing the extra space for Rhiannon’s shrine. I took off the the grey shroud from…

Spring Cleaning

Earlier in this Diary I wondered when I should remove the shroud from Rhiannon’s horse because the weather in February had been so mild and spring-like. I decided ‘not yet’ and since then storms have brought strong winds, rain and colder temperatures back again….

Rhiannon’s Shroud

At Samhain I put a grey shroud around the horse on the Altar of Rhiannon.  When to take it off? I had not thought that I would be considering this question so early in the year. But the weather is mild and sunny. Spring…

Rules … Lessons … Revelations

    John Koch, in The Historical Encyclopaedia of Celtic Culture, discusses the name Rhiannon deriving from Rigantona and also refers to the name Modron deriving from Matrona and suggests links with Epona and Rosmerta considering correspondences that suggest various goddesses with overlapping attributes…

Imbolc

The long dark has passed Light grows stronger But the land is still held In the cold grip of Winter. On the last day of January a bitter-cold wind was blowing and the water had frozen hard, embedding Rosmerta’s Cup in ice. My asking…

Riding in Annwn

New Year Frosts

The New Year cold has frozen the water on Mererid’s well. I had already removed the water pump as the solar panel which works it doesn’t get enough sunlight to power it at this time of year and I anticipated the danger of damage…

Gwylnos y Gaeaf

Rhiannon rides the plains of Annwn her wild steed pacing here and there on other paths, near and far.   On our lands the light dwindles, the Sun dips low behind the hills, the night gathers darkness. So we hold our vigil for Epona…