I realized tonight that what I love about this kind of dance is the honor that it pays to the underworld. All of the action is beneath the surface, you have to ignore the held-rigid bodies and focus on the feet, making music on something rigid of the Earth.
Celts. We're complicated people.
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terraluna
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I'm not sure why, but the sound of a bagpipe just grabs my heart and squeezes 'til I can barely stand the joy. It's a family failing, every one of my sisters will also weep at even a few notes from the pipes.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."
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I'm not sure why, but the sound of a bagpipe just grabs my heart and squeezes 'til I can barely stand the joy. It's a family failing, every one of my sisters will also weep at even a few notes from the pipes.
That is quite surprising... I have never heard of that before reading your post!
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