ROAM is a project which explores themes of loss from the time of the pandemic. We are working with young people age 10-12 and elders in communities across the Northside of Cork City.
With girls from 6th class, we have been reflecting on the years between the covid pandemic lockdowns and now – 5 turns of the spiral, remembering what was lost and what was found during that time. Using botanical inks harvested from the Glen and other home made inks we experimented with the materials to see how they changed with different modifiers, just seeing what happens, allowing them to work their magic, messy and exciting at the same time.
Gestures that stay with us – John Joe a keen angler gives a demo of how to make a lure -normally John Joe would pluck something from the river bank – exactly the right shade of green for the day that’s in it – here he had to put up with a box of odds and ends, the tiny hooks made large so we could all see what he was doing, the raffia was the material of choice and as soon as he had torn the slimmest sliver from a strip he began to bind- so fine- Next time I must bring the right hooks for the job, a number 16 he recommends.
We are collaborating on a Creative Communities Project at Cluain Dara Day Care Centre and Coláiste an Chríobhín Secondary School – in May we will celebrate our work so far in Fermoy Library for Bealtaine Festival of Life Long Learning ❤
Painting the native and the invited fish of the Blackwater and flowing with the water
Not everyone has the fondest of memeories of water there are stories of drownings and floodings and near escapes. There are moments from history where people have gone missing. The bridges are places for commemoration for acts from the civil war and war of independance. There are mysteries. There are places where old cars have been used to shore up the banks, an official practice of old, many cars have been found in the river. There are no longer any hotels in Fermoy, but once the Grand hotel flooded twice in a week, calling forth the saying that the waters rise only every thirty years. There is the weir in Fermoy that fed the mills, and initially posed a challenge to the returning journey of the salmon who learnt to jump it. The weir has been in a state of disrepair for many years and the human boaters as well as the anglers are disrupted by this. There is the Duke of devonshire who owns the fishing rights along the Blackwater. We painted the native Salmon, The Stickleback, the Brown Trout as well as The Dace, the Bream, the Rudd and the Roach, the Dace, the Carp, the Eel, the curious Lamprey, the Tench, I found out the habits of each and shared what I learned.
We learned about the fish, the inhabitants of the slow waters and the quick, the native and the invited, We read a poem by Seamus Heaney:
A slideshow of some of the watery river paintings from the group:
I remembered my favourite verse another poem from my school days – it is the last verse from
final verse of The Cloud by Percy Bysse Shelley:
This memory prompted me to revisit the whole poem – it gave me such pleasure to hear the happy memory from my school days, to feel the words in the mouth and ears – it’s here:
I have been delivering a series of clay workshops with people in their workplaces as part of the Make or Break Programme. Sessions so far have taken place in a variety of healthcare settings – where the workers get a chance to unwind over lunch by getting in touch with their creatiivity.
This time around I am in Mallow and Ringaskiddy and we have been connecting with our ancestors through clay….
Make or Break aims to enhance employee wellbeing through free creative workshops offered during workplace break times with local artists. Make Or Break is Pilot Creative Health and Wellbeing Programme
Initiated by Cork County Council Library and Arts Service, in collaboration with Kerry County Arts Service, the HSE Southwest and The Crawford Art Gallery
Managed by Sample Studios
Funded by Creative Ireland
Anticipated to run from Autumn 2024 until the end of January 2026.
Since the inauguration of Lá Fhéile Bhríd day to national holiday I have been invited to celebrate Brigid in Libraries in Cork County. Every year I have to reaccustom myself to the making of the “St Brigid Cross”. This year like every year I believe that I have finally developed a mnemonic which will carry me through till the next time.
I hold the first straight rush at North South, I fold my next rush and hook it over the middle pointing towards the West – I turn the rushes counter clockwise and hook the next rush under the East arm of the first straight rush ( at 3 O’Clock) this new rush pointing upwards “to the North”. I turn the bundle anti-clockwise and hook my next folded rush under the Eastern arm. I continue, each time hooking the new rush under the Eastern arm, and each time my new rush is pointing to the North. At the end I hook the last rush into the opposite hook to lock it in place. I think of the earth spinning on its axis – the Sun rising in the East as it falls in the West, this series of gestures encapsulated in the weave is befitting of Brigid, the godess of renewal and seasonal rebirth. The first day of February is when the first light creeps into the Northern most places of the earth.
Brigids Cross weave and Mexican God’s Eye weave
Birigids cross and triskel and brideog
Notes after attending a lecture on the mythology of St Brigid’s Cross by folklorist, Shane Lehane
This account is a mixture of notes from the Lecture and other myths found about Brigid.
The St Brigid’s Cross – Charm/ Amulet/ Fetish …and…Cross?
Affter a blue sky Brigid’s eve today we have grey skies and rain. A guest at yesterday’s lecture with Shane Lehane threw out this observation gleaned from farmer’s lore – that should we have warmth on the eve of St Brigit we should go gather our kindling for the next sharp snap. This day of Brigid rained hard but wasn’t cold.
Brigid the myth and the legend
Brigit arises from a proto-Indo European deity, associated in Europe with the river Danube. She is leader of the tribe of Brigantes whose legend spread across the continent. On an old map by Ptolemy we are shown the Brigantes located in the South East of Ireland. In Celtic mythology Brigid is the daughter of the Dagda and the Morrigan.
In accounts from the 5th century, St. Brigid was born into slavery, the daughter of a chieftain from Dundalk and a Christian slave. According to medieval records Brigid was born in Dundalk in 451, and it is said that she was born on the threshold of the Cow byre after her mother had spent the morning milking the cows. The cows became so fertile they needed to be milked 3 times daily and it was said that Brigid wasn’t able to drink milk until she was brought a white and red eared cow ( a reference to her connection with the Sidhe) which sustained her. Later she became the great nourisher and provider, with the ability to turn water into milk, her cows were sacred.
Raised by druids, St. Brigid was a spirited young woman who gave away her father’s possessions and removed an eye from her head in order to put a halt to his arrangments for her marriage. She befriended a fox and made friends with wild boar. Brigid famously made a bargain with the High King of Leinster when she asked for some land for her sacred herd. The king pronounced she could have as much land as her cloak could cover, whereupon Brigid unfolded her cloak again and again until it spread across the whoke of the Curragh. This miracle meant she could claim the land and the king converted to christianity in her honour. Brigid built a monastry in Kildare on the site of an ancient oak forest and she was granted the title of Bishop of this cultural and religious centre.
Brigid hangs her cloak on sunbeams, her cloak may be frost or snow or fog covering the land.
Brigid of Fire of Poetry and of the Wells.
Fire and water each reperesent powerful processes for purification and cleansing.
Brigid is keeper of the wells and many bear her name, she is matron saint of water as she is of fire. Fire is protean alchemical creativity. Water is fertility and life. Together they indicate a powerful healing combination and the wellstone of poetry and art. Brigid is matron saint of smiths as well as farmers healers and poets.
The essence of water is of fertility, of cleanser and rejuvenator. Her presence is there at the breaking of the waters in birth. The amniotic sac is the caul, and the hood is synonymous with Brigid. Babies born inside a caul covering the head were said to be protected from drowning and Midwives used to sell the birth cauls to sailors.
It is customary to leave a ribbon or a rag for a blessing at Brigid’s well. On the eve of the first of spring women leave out a scarf or any worn and unwashed piece of cloth, known as a Brat Brigid to be blessed by the saint, filled with the dew from the last day of winter crossing to the renewal of Spring.
The fiery arrow, Brigid shone so brightly she had to cover her head at all times with a cloak. She is depicted often in 3s, with offerings appearing in the opening folds of her cloak – fruit…bread…a baby.
Brigid is both saint and godess, harbinger of the spring, and protector of the threshold. Born on 1 February after her mother had finished milking the cows she was birthed on threshold to the byre. The cows had to be milked 3 times, such was the abundance that Brigid brought with her, and her head shone so brightly it had to be covered. Her feast day is Imbolc, “in the fertile belly” or Óimelc meaning ewe’s milk, and she is bound up with this milky necter through her fiery flower, the Dandelion with its milky sap, she is the butter on your spuds. She is goddess of fire and water and matron saint of poetry. She is keeper of many of the wells.
She is bound up with The Cailleach, the veiled one and the crone – Brigid is Maiden to the Hag. The last standing sheaf of the grain harvest is coiled into a Cailleach at Samhain, on the threshold of winter. The straw Cailleach is kept for the the first day of spring when it is transformed into a Brideóg for St Brigid’s day. A brideóg is a doll, a representitive of the divine feminine, and also a baby. In the old customs the “biddy boys” were originally girls. The girls made a brideóg, dressing it up in a white shawl and skirt. The biddy boys roam from house to house asking for a blessing in return for a coin, customs like this contributed to the bonding, the nurturing and the knowledge of midwifery and childbirth, the womens’ realm. She is the protector of young women’s virginity.
The custom of the ribbon winds through Irish folklore. On the eve of February the first a ribbon may be left out for Brigid’s blessing, to be kept on hand for healing and protection. In this way Brigid is bound with St. Gobnait, whose day is celebrated 11 days later, on the 11 of February (slippages and overlaps like these are thought to transpire due to the “missing 11 days” that resulted from the change from the Julian to the Gregorian Calendar). At her Pattern day at St Gobnait’s church in Ballyvourney the ritual of St Gobnait’s measure is enacted. On entry the women buy a ribbon then form a line to vist the 14th century wooden effigy of St Gobnait. In turn they measure the torso of the effigy and tie and untie the ribbon three times at neck and waist and groin, and on each occassion of the untying the devotee blesses herself, finally lifting the doll to perform the blessing. After the blessing the ribbon is bound into a bundle and kept for healing. This sanctified ribbon may also be unwound and worn for protection during childbirth.
Brigid and Sheela. Sheela na Gigs are stone carved depictions of skinny crones with withered breasts and ribs, who are squatting in birthing positions, many appear to be wearing a ribbon and some have what may be a caul at their feet. There is a distinct diamond form created by the birthing legs, much like the weave pattern of the Brigid’s cross. They are a perplexing riddle of ancient crone combined with fertility godess and they are found over portals in holy places. The Sheela na gig is seen to be both maiden and hag, a being who is at once Brigid and The Cailleach.
In Ballyvourney there is a Sheela above the portal of the now ruined church where Gobnait’s ceremony takes place. Sheela occurs at the stone portal in much the same way that Brigid’s crosses are placed over the portal to the home, a talisman protector of the threshold. Many of the stone carved Sheelas appear to have the same lozenge shape that is expressed in the weave of the Brigid’s “Cross”. Shane Lehane (among others) argue convincingly that it is this lozenge that is the sacred element of Brigid weavings, and not the cross, and this lozenge form is a sign for the sacred female genitalia.
The Brigid’s cross is made from fresh rushes pulled up from marshy areas and often brought to the milking parour where they were placed under the butter churn. The rushes are then woven into “crosses” and sometimes triskels and other forms. There is a strong connection with fecundity. The weaving of a fetish item which possesses magic power and becomes a symbol for the female godess. There is a contiguous magic between the crop, rushes, water, time and rebirth. Indeed, when creating the cross you turn it like a wheel, and the use of North South East West or a clock denoting the times of 12,3,6,9 can be used as mnenomics for its creation.
Brigid is the matron saint of domestic animals, from her own birth connection with cows through fertility and birth, through her connection cows and ewes milk and, with Gobnait, bees and honey.
Brigid is also entwined with Mary whom she accompanies in many guises in Irish mythology, Lehane says: “where Mary goes Brigid goes”. When Mary is brought to Ireland there is already a female deity and Brigid becoems Mary of the Gael. Brigid is midwife to The Christ, and companion to Mary in her hour of need. At the deeply shaming churching ceremony, when Mary is invoked and shamed, along with each new mother for her sins and her part in the creation of new life, Brigid is said to appear as a veil of light for Mary to alleviate her humility, when she brings the form of a harrow over her head, the teeth of the harrow light up and all are blessed.
The Leaba Bríd is a birthing bed of straw strewn in the corner near the hearth, the place where mothers squat to bring forth new life, When a couple married the mother of bride or groom used to make a straw cross and singe the ends of one arm and one leg to bless the marriage and place it on the straw bed for protection in childbirth the saying “the moment my head hit the straw” comes from the moment I was birthed in the straw.
Another ritual element is the Crios Bride, a girdle woven from straw which has woven “Brigid’s crosses” attached. The Crios would be lowered over the womans head to encircle her feet on the ground, and she would step through the Crios right foot first, in a reneactment of birth and ritual for rebirth and invocation for protection from Brigid. Though associated with female procreation and protection, men might also partake in this ceremony.
Brigid and New Grange
The kerb stones at Nowth and Dowth dispaly similar lozenge shapes to the Brigid’s Cross. Arguably the chamber at Newgrange is the ultimate symbol of procreation where the winter sun sends its shaft of light to enter the dark tomb/womb at the solstice.
Brigid and Patrick
The time between St Brigid’s day on 1 Febraury and St Patricks day on 17 March is traditonally set as the time for sowing seeds.
There are many forms made from the brigid weave – often a composite of up to 30 “crosses” triskels and other weaves. The one we know today is not the most typical from times past. It is the one familiar fro the RTE Logo and most similar to the “wheel cross” (swasitka) forms created in cultures globally, including times when it was adopted and plagarised by warmongers.
references to scholars made in the lecture:
Marina Gimbutas
Sanas Cormac (9th Century)
Cogitus Life of Brigid (6th Century)
Seamus O’Cathain, The Festival of Brigid Anne O’ Dowd Straw Hay and Rushes Estyn Evans John C. O’ Sullivan
Here is a link to what happened to The Biddy Boys in the 20th Century
Rachel Coffey from the National Youth Council of Ireland invited me to bring a stall to the Networking and capacity event for youth workers with Travellers, where young people from minorities could make badges that would express their sense of identity.
I love the images the young people chose:
I work regularly with young people from the Traveller community at the Mayfield Youth Cafe, with the wonderful Brenda Stillwell and Rachel Coffey (supported by the LCYP)
This year I have been invited to work wth young poeple and elders on a creative communities project to make a spooky artwork for the Mallow Castle Halloween Parade. We plumbed on chimes for the trees that would bring in the energy of the wind as well as passers by incorprating spooks, witches and skulls and other haunted beings. Here are some photos from the installation with members from the men’s shed, Mallow who have been contributing to the haunted walk every year for some time and are amassing quite a collection of pieces. Young people from schools and youth groups across the town took part and elders worked side by side, sharing spooky stories with young people at the Blue Cube.
So we had The Grand Finale on Saturday 28th September….
We were blessed with that gentle late September sunshine – Picnicking with Ordinary gifts we were a small gathering on the ground and ghost of the Engineer’s House. Elinor had laid out a cloth with cake and we had a table with flowers and I threw down a green blanket with this year’s apples on it. Gerard O’Brien stretched out on his old lawn, Siobhán sitting beside him as he reminisced about the old place and embraced the way that nature has had its way, covering over old activities and healing old wounds, some of the old trees remained, the tall cypresses and the laurels, there are gaps where memories dwell and new growth is everywhere. Richard the Mayfield librarian arrives wheeling his bike as Lisa walks alongside – Lisa is a new face for me, and yet she is an old Glen soul, growing up in the flats and attending to the community her whole life, she fills me up with her love for the place and her stories of shifting grounds, colours, textures and activities, I wish I’d met her years ago, we are now friends. Brenda and Éilis are chatting with Elinor, they are two Glen stalwarts who share a love for the wildlife here, both bird lovers and gardeners. Two young women with small children arrive and circle as the children play restlessly engrossed with stones and water and plants , inventing games and instructing us on how to play. I am inspired to gambol like an awkward pony jumping over acorns set up by a fairy child in certain alignment. We talk about the faieries, in our adult tones as we enjoy the children’s direct engagement. Another young women joins us for cake saying she has come because she was searching for activities to get involved with nature, the dancers and musician arrive and practice for their evening session adding poetry to all the gestures about us. We take it all in, we enjoy our time here, we feel blessed. We agree that picnics are the best.
When I met Richard and Lisa on their way to the picnic I had been polishing the bronze plaques for FuaimMná these need attention as the codes cannot be read by our phones while they are effervescing verdigris, a beautiful green copper oozing from the bronze – this material action is a reminder that there is always so much more at play in this place than human being.
Ann Dalton performed her Fuaim Mná Poetry Trail between four bridges of the park for a captive audience who came to hear the stories and Ann’s poetry about four women of the Glen. Family members arrived including a man of 91 years and his children, all related to the women from Dillon’s Cross and the Glen. We heard about their brave acts of resistance during war of `Independence and Ann’s imagining and conjurings of their their ordinary and extraordinary lives.
Ann delivered her final poem as the dancers and musician gathered gain for this time for the public performance of Through the Valley She Runs, a new audience assembles at the Yin yang and are brought to the lake by the engineers place.
We follow as the insects come alive from the trees and dancers Helga and Rosa weave patterns in the air, encouraged by a soft drone with vocals from Susan. We see their careful cupping of hands, a gesture that holds water, we see the forms of their echoing bodies, fluid in beiges, suggesting nakedness before the lush green of the park, a feisty gaggle of seagulls squabble behind them lifting on and off the water as the mosquitos fill the air around us.
I miss the leaving as I need to be up in the reception area, we have refreshments arriving warm savoury pastries and wine, teas and cordials. Welcoming in a new audience for the screenings as the dancers and their entourage step in to join us carrying paper lanterns.
Elinor recounts her Ordinary Gifts engagements with the park, describing the connection with our watery natures through divining, the listening to the pucaí, the importance of ritual and play. She forgot to include her experience of embodying a river deity in the pageant where she blessed the invertebrates in human form on their return to the source of the Lee, but we remembered this later.
AnnieMar and Aaron Ross presented their animation Glen Folk, a collection of stores from the Spoon & Bloom encounters in the park.
Dervla Baker presented her short film River rising to the challenge of presenting the voice of the Glen river through film, collaborating with sound artist Neil Quigley they created an evocative and mesmerising 10 minute experience for us – we were brought through passages of light and life and darkness and depth, giving voice to the flow as well as the burdens of the river.
and I tried to sum it all up:
“Botanical Odyssey is a collaborative drawing remembering and imagining plantlife in the Glen. It was created by the participants in a workshop with artist, Julie Forrester and took place at the outset of Gleann a Phúca on 22 September – the day the Púca is said to ride into winter, spitting on the Blackberries, turning the fruit. Since then we have had a year of odyssey and excursions into the park with projects Ordinary Gifts and Spoon & Bloom. We have been spellbound by a host of storytellers about ecology: naturalist Éanna Ní Lamhna, botanist Jo Goodyear, folklorist Jenny Butler, herbalist Eoin Marshall, each in turn has led us through the hidden valley. Birdwatch Ireland Cork introduced us to the particular concert of Glen Birdsong in the valley, The Friends of the Dripsey River brought us monsters magnified from the shallows, those tiny creatures that we examined with Water Officer, Catherine Seale and Scientist Trisha O’Brien are invertebrates that tell us and warn us about our water quality. Historian Gerard O’Brien brought us back to a time, growing up in the Glen, about the Gouldings Fertiliser and industry that supported livelihoods and left residues and about corncrakes and thorneens, now sadly missing from our waters. Elinor Rivers tuned us into the water showing we can all feel the pulse with hazel twitch or metal rod. In our culminating event Annie Mar and Aaron Ross have brought the stories together in their animation “Glen Folk” and Dervla Baker and Neil Quigley have created their short film River in homage to the Glen River. Ann Dalton brings forth the voices of women from the Glen and Helga Deasy performs with the river in a dance that celebrates the river as a source of life, healing and regeneration. We have gained much from our river and it is time now to take more care of the waters that have brought us life and living, the Glen needs our help to ensure its future health, we urgently need to pay attention to what we put into our water from washing, flushing, cleaning: the water carries it all. The river is suffering and can no longer support the bio-diversity it once harboured. The river needs to run a course with healthy banks, we find that we have sealed the surface of its edges with cement and asphalt, encroaching on the river’s safe passage and causing floods when the rains come as they do more heavily now with climate change. We can build rain gardens to work with the flow of water, becoming part of the flow, becoming river – our rain gardens will absorb excess water from our homes and support biodiversity. We can stop using harmful chemicals in our cleaning fluids we can think before we wash and flush – where does it all go? We can pay attention to our drains become more curious about how they work and who cares for them we can own our place in the Water cycle. Our actions make a difference for better of for worse.
Let’s make it better “
With thanks to all who participated in Gleann a’ Phúca
On Friday 20 September we celebrated the Funcheon river it was the morning of Culture Night and the lead up to World Rivers Day – the weather was glorious and we got to see some inhabitants of the River’s waters…
We were introduced to the Lamprey by Andrew Gillespie and his team from Inland Fisheries…
and the stickleback…
Thanks to Glanworth tidy Towns, St. Patrick’s School and LAWPro for supporting the project.
I don’t normally share my diappointments but this one meant a lot to me. Passing the old pottery week in week out on my way to visit my potter mother creatrix of the Bandon Pottery and seeing only a black door with ODM on it and a shabby window of no 83 equally grim, passing the gap with the housing development that took up the space of two generous gardens on the banks of the river and knowing what was once there and hidden from view – available only to those with memories from the last millenium. Yet it did exist, exists stilll on tables and dressers and vintage shops, its material presence sticky in some places.
Gleann a Phúca welcomes the Dripsey Péist on her way back upstream to the source of the Lee.
Picnic in the Park
Roll up to the Glen Park for the Monster Parade and Botanical Odyssey – walking – citizen science – drawing – mapping -riparian plantlore and plantlove – modelling from life – bring a picnic
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