We had the most beautiful Winter Solstice ritual up at the Long Man of Wilmington yesterday with the Anderida Gorsedd. The whole area was shrouded in mist until the ritual began, then it settled into the valley and left us, on the Gorsedd hill, standing on an island in the mist. It was so gentle, with the chldren giving out the mistletoe to the 87 people who turned up to welcome the Mabon. It inspired a song.
On Midwinter’s Day by Damh the Bard
Now that Samhain is over,
And the Sidhe have returned to their home,
The dead have followed the Raven’s song,
And no longer among us they roam.
The wisdom of our ancient past,
Show us how to ride the storm,
For their tombs they swallow the rising sun,
And the Mabon is always reborn.
So come all you people, come and sing with me,
Join our voices, and sing the long nights away,
All over the land, a chorus of voices will sing,
For the rising Sun on Midwinter’s Day.
The land may be barren and lifeless,
The ground may be frozen and hard,
And the rain that fell has now turned to ice,
The Winter is showing her card,
But now the Sun king has rested,
And his eyes have turned to the Earth,
For three days the Sun has been still in the sky,
But the time has now come for his birth.
Some say Jesus was born today,
Some say he is the Mabon,
Some say that he is the Son of God,
And others the Son of the Sun,
Others they listen in the woodland,
For the call of Herne,
Others they hear the clash of swords,
For the Oak King will return!
Looking forward to recording it next week!