It's the ancient Celtic new year, the end of the harvest, the coming of winter. Much of the world spells the word "samhain," but in Scots Gaelic, it's spelled "Samhuinn."
In the festival held in Edinburgh each year, the Summer King perishes in a ceremonial duel with the Winter King, but he is saved from complete death by the Cailleach, or the wise-woman form of the triple goddess which is sometimes known as Brigid.
Oh, yeah. That Brigid.
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P.S. The above photo wasn't really taken in a mystical forest in ancient Scotland. Sorry. It's actually a lovely little gambol oak-lined path in Red Butte Gardens in Salt Lake City (with one degree of color enhancement to make it look a bit more like the mystical forest in ancient Scotland).
The photo looks like part of the woods in Yellow Springs here in Ohio. Really pretty any time of the year. :) Your note made me chuckle.
ReplyDeleteGlad to amuse a reader. :)
DeleteGambol oak (aka scrub oak) doesn't grow in Scotland. I don't think it grows in Ohio, either, but then again, I used to live in Scotland, and I've only been in Cincinnati twice.