Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Celtic Symbols

As promised, here is a blog about Celtic symbols.

Of all things Celtic that have become popular in recent decades, Celtic knots are one of the most trendy. Take a walk past any of your favourite neighbourhood tattoo parlours (are they still called parlours?)...as I am sure MOST of you do...and you will see a myriad of different knots available for transfer to whichever part of your anatomy is most inured to pain.

Aside from body decoration, Celtic knots have decorated everything from Illustrated Bibles to swords. One of my contacts from the summer mentioned to me that creating a Celtic knot is a very concentrated effort. Once the pen, pencil, or paintbrush touches the paper or canvas, it doesn't come off until the knot is completed. Each knot is endless.

Some samples of Celtic knots.






Another very familiar symbol is a specialized knot...the Trinity knot.


Trinity knot,,,symbolizing the three persons of the trinity.

The trinity knot with a circle...symbol of eternity.



The fivefold symbol

This pattern represents balance. The four outer circles symbolize the four elements: earth, fire, water, air. The middle circle unites all the elements with a goal to reach balance between all four elements or energies.

Tree of Life

Trees were very important to the Celts before the advent of Christianity and continued that importance into the Christian era. Groves of trees were spiritual places. The symbol of the tree of life was important.

The last symbol is another very familiar one. The Celtic cross. Some scholars believe that the Celtic cross was used by the pagan Celts even before Christianity came to the Islands. If so, it was adopted and continued to be used throughout the centuries and is a very popular cross today.

Some variations of the Celtic cross:


Not only knots are fashionable subjects for ink.



There are many other symbols that have come to us from the Celtic culture. These are five of the most popular.

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Druidh

Did you ever grab a book at the library thinking that this was the perfect book and then realize...ooops! I should have looked a bit closer? Yes....

I mentioned at the end of last week's blog that I was going to be going backwards instead of forwards this week. I wanted to find out more about what the Celtic religion was like before Christianity came along. The religion would properly be called Pagan. And the clerics were called druids. So it was three books on Druids that I grabbed at the local library before flying down to visit Dad. (I am writing this from Ontario.) And to take on the flight, I choose the one paperback from among the three, leaving the other two hard covered, heavier books at home. And when I opened the book here at Dad's...it was not backward 2,000 years that it wanted to take me, but right up to the modern time with an instruction guide on how to be a proper Druid today in the 21st century! Can you imagine my surprise? I didn't know there were Druids today and yet, here they could be walking amongst us!

21st Century Druid

A picture of a modern Druid. Ok, I could have selected many other pictures of men with long hair and beards or men and women dressed up in robes and strange clothing dancing around upright rocks like at Stonehenge, but one of the main points that Penny Billington was making is that a Druid of today should be unrecognizable from everyone else. They fit in!

And this is someone's idea of what an ancient Druid would look like.

Ancient Druid circa A Long Time Ago

So much for that book. I had to turn to the internet for more informed reading on what I actually wanted to find out this week. What you are going to get now...in a very short form (I hope)...is a summary of what I learned about Druids...the clerics from early Celtic religion. (Well, I learned more than this, but this is as much as will fit in a blog.)

Druid was a member of the educated, professional class among the Celtic peoples of Gaul, Britain and Ireland, and possibly elsewhere during the Iron Age. The druid class included law-speakers, poets and doctors, among other learned professions, although the best known among the druids were the religious leaders.

Very little is known about the ancient druids. They left no written accounts of themselves, and the only evidence is a few descriptions left by Greek, Roman, and various scattered authors and artists, as well as stories created by later medieval Irish writers.

One of the few things that both the Greco-Roman and the vernacular Irish sources agree on about the druids is that they played an important part in pagan Celtic society. In his description, Julius Caesar claimed that they were one of the two most important social groups in the region (alongside the equites, or nobles) and were responsible for organizing worship and sacrifices, divination, and judicial procedure in Gaulish, British and Irish society (from Wikipedia).

One branch of the Druids were bards. These came from the poet variation and were singers, accompanying themselves on musical instruments. It is likely that these were the Druids responsible for passing along the traditions and history of the people. When Christianity came along to supplant Paganism in Celtic society, some authors believe that traveling monks took up some of the practices of the bards.

Druidic Bard

That is it for this week. There will be two more blogs coming in this series. The last two weeks of this sabbatical I am REALLY going to take seriously the part about relaxation and rejuvenation.

This coming week, I want to look at symbolism in Celtic history and Christianity. This is one of the areas that has become very popular in modern culture...especially in tattoo parlours. Celtic knots are the rage in everything from ink on skin to china plates. What does some of this symbolism mean? 

The last blog will be a summary of what I have been thinking as I have looked at Celtic Christianity and the Celtic Spirituality movement of today.

Let's end with another Celtic prayer:

I arise today
Through a mighty strength:
God's power to guide me,
God's might to uphold me,
God's eyes to watch over me;
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to give me speech,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to shelter me,
God's host to secure me.
first millenium - bridgid of gael



Saturday, 25 October 2014

Beannachd Dia dhuit

I have a confession to make...

I am getting bored! No -- this doesn't mean that I am coming back to work early. It means that my poor little brain has been reading stuff about Celtic this and Celtic that for almost three months (ok -- there were three weeks of holidays in there) and it needs to read and think about something else. Maybe that is why we take 5 different courses at a time in school...so our brains have more than one thing to think about.

Bored. I have been practising my fiddle and that has been interesting...though I need some more inspiration there as well. Fortunately, one of the fiddle teachers that I have emailed responded last night and I will be taking a lesson from her after I get back from seeing dad.

Bored. But I am taking the "red-eye" tonight down to visit dad for 11 days. I think that I will be mostly reading some recreational books while I am there,,,though I am taking two work books with me. And one of them...

Bored...and intrigued. When I returned my last book on Celtic Churches to the library on Thursday, instead of moving ahead in time, I moved backwards. I picked up three books on Druidism...what the pagan pre-Christian religion followed by the early Celts is called. I will look through one of those books this coming week.

I was looking for a picture of a druid, but there is such a interest in things pagan/druid these days, all I found seemed to come from fantasy computer games. Pictures like this...

Likely not what Druids really looked like

Anyway...more about druids next week.

Last week I promised a bit about St. Patrick for this week. This next bit comes from "Catholic Online."

Patrick was born around 385 in Scotland (though other people say Umbria in England and others Wales), probably Kilpatrick. His parents were Calpurnius and Conchessa, who were Romans living in Britain in charge of the colonies.

As a boy of fourteen or so, he was captured during a raiding party and taken to Ireland as a slave to herd and tend sheep. Ireland at this time was a land of Druids and pagans. He learned the language and practices of the people who held him.

During his captivity, he turned to God in prayer. He escaped and made his way back home at around the age of 20. He studied Christianity and was ordained by the bishop of Auxerre, on the continent.

In a dream, he saw the people of Ireland calling him to come back. He did. He took the gospel to Ireland and went around preaching, converting, and building churches for the next 40 years. He died on March 17, 461. St. Patrick's Day, March 17, celebrates the day of his death.


St. Patrick, from Catholic Online

Here is another Celtic prayer that I like:

God to enfold me,
God to surround me,
God in my speaking,
God in my thinking.
God in my sleeping,
God in my waking,
God in my watching,
God in my hoping.
God in my life,
God in my lips,
God in my soul,
God in my heart.
God in my sufficing,
God in my slumber,
God in mine ever-living soul,
God in mine eternity.
Ancient celtic oral traditions - carmina gadelica








Beannachd Dia dhuit                     blessings of God be with you - ScotsGaelic

Saturday, 18 October 2014

Slainte mhor agus a h-uile beannachd duibh

I have been looking at a couple of things this week.

But first...A few people have suggested that I have been going great guns on the learning part of sabbatical but maybe not doing quite so well on the rest and rejuvenation part. I may have mentioned to a couple of members of my family that writing a blog on Friday or Saturday night is a lot like writing a sermon. Hmmm...maybe that was a mistake. So, I have been thinking about that...and likely they are correct. So...

This week I have been looking at a couple of things...slowly...and I will try to keep the next few blogs a bit shorter.

I am working through a book by John T. McNeill called The Celtic Churches. It is a history from 200 to 1200 C.E. The first chapter is a bit of history on where the Celtic people came from and where they traveled over the centuries. Likely coming from north of the Alps down into France and Italy. From France (Gaul) tribes of Celts traveled into Asia Minor and settled in a place they called Galatia. St. Paul had a few things to say to the Celts of Galatia. They were used as mercenaries.

Galatian spearmen

McNeill moves on to talk about the coming of Christianity into Britain where other tribes of Celts settled and how the Pagan Celt reacted to the coming of this new religion. Druids were the clergy of these Celts.

That may be enough academic stuff for this blog.

The other area I have started to look at this week is prayers and blessings from Celtic spirituality. I enjoy the blessings that have come out of Scotland and Ireland. We have some idea of the words when I say the title...The Irish Blessing...though there are many of them.




Here are two Scottish blessings that I found this week.

May the blessing of light be on you - light without and light within. 
May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire, 
so that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it. 
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you, 
like a candle set in the window of a house, 
bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.
And may the blessing of the rain be on you, 
may it beat upon your Spirit and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines, 
and sometimes a star. 
And may the blessing of the earth be on you, 
soft under your feet as you pass along the roads, 
soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day; 
and may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it. 
May it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly; up and off and on its way to God. 
And now may the Lord bless you, and bless you kindly. Amen.

I am not sure why the font changed on that.

The second blessing is the Gaelic one that is the title of this blog. 

Slainte mhor agus a h-uile beannachd duibh
Good health and every good blessing to you.

That is my wish for you this coming week.

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Lorg!

Which movie does that come from? Well -- from many -- but which is most familiar to you?
Lorg! Gaelic for..."I'm back!" Is it from one of the Terminator movies? With Ahhhnold? Or is it Randy Quaid in Independence Day? Or...I think there are many.

Lorg! I'm back! Well, back to blog!

Diana and I were away on holidays for three weeks. We spent most of that time in B.C. Much on Vancouver Island at Parksville and Ucluelet. And several days coming back in Penticton to warm up and dry out...though really, the weather on the Island was quite good too.

We stayed at two places in Parksville. Before and after going to the west side of the Island. Both of these were on Rathtrevor Beach. It is one of our favourite places. When the tide goes out, you can walk for kilometres on the sand looking for shells and other little sea critters.

A friend of ours from our time on Rathtrevor

We also saw some bigger sea creatures. Many sea lions would poke their heads up to say hello and on two different days we saw whales come up to the surface. It seems to have only been video that I took of those wonderful mammals, so no picture here.

While the east side of the Island was calm through most of our time there, on the other side, the waves were quite wild.

Florencia Bay at Pacific Rim National Park

We returned last Sunday. I was registered this week for a seminar from the Achieve Training Centre. "Assertive Communication." It was an interesting workshop. There were 13 of us plus the instructor. I was the ONLY male. And we won't discuss the age differential between me and most of the other students, thank you very much!

Coursebook

According to the course, people can be divided into three categories by the way that we communicate. There are aggressive communicators. Often we can tell these by the loudness of their voice...how close they stand when talking to you...and sustained eye contact. They are self-focused and need to maintain control.

Passive communicators often keep quiet and apologize when they express themselves. They usually avoid eye contact, speak softly, and use retreating, small body language. They find it difficult to express their needs, wants, feelings, and ideas.

We want to be assertive communicators. Assertive communicators believe in their ability to express ideas and opinions openly and honestly without denying the rights of others. They express their needs, ideas and feelings clearly and respectfully. They do not assume that their perspective is the only correct one. Their body language is relaxed and casual, their eye contact is natural and inviting, and their voice is appropriate to the situation.

We practised being assertive communicators. Practice...small group...one on one. We introverts LOVE small group and one on one. (For those of you who are extroverts, that last sentence was dripping with sarcasm. I realize that may be difficult to comprehend!)

It was an enjoyable seminar. Much I knew already, but it was good to hear it in different language and expressed in different ways.

Celtic Christianty...yes...I did some more work on that this week too. Before leaving on holidays I requested two books on inter-library loan. I was told that they could take three weeks to come in. Great! Perfect timing. They came in a week and a half and Caryn picked them up for me so that they would not send them back before I got home. Book number one...due on October 23 and I can renew it if I want. Book number two...due on October 9th. This past Thursday...4 days after I got it into my hands...can't renew it...it came from the University of Calgary and I assume someone else requested it...and late fines...$1.00 per DAY! Sigh...I read fast. Fortunately, it is the other book that I think will be more interesting. I spent Friday reading and paid one day's fine.

In one day, you can tell if you want to request it again or not.
I think I will pass.

Ian Bradley starts off in a similar way to a couple of other books I have read so far on this sabbatical. He speaks of the original Celtic Christianity from the 6th and 7th century. Other writers then jump to the late 1800s to start speaking about scholars and others becoming interested in the Celtic way of doing church. Bradley sees things differently. He sees six different times in history when interest in Celtic Christianity was piqued and scholarship researched the topic. Many of the early works centred on the lives of the men who became saints...Patrick, Columba, David, and Cuthbert.

Bradley talked more about the scholarly pursuit of Celtic Christianity than the Celts themselves. I think the book that I have for this week will tell me more about those saints and the growth of the church that they built.

Until next weekend...slan leat an-drasta.

Friday, 12 September 2014

The Celts

What do you think of when you hear the word Celt? Do you think of someone from Ireland or Scotland with a charming brogue or an accent that "ye canna ken?" Do you think of St. Paul's letter to the Galatians? Or of Rome's march into Gaul? Or the founders of the city of Milan?


Before beginning this journey of discovery into Celtic Christianity, I had thought that the Celts were simply the people who had lived in Ireland and Scotland. It was a bit of a surprise to find out that the history and culture of this group of people spans most of Europe. As a linguistic group, it is a branch of the Indo-European language family.

Scholars argue about the original location of the Celtic people, but according to various authors, "The Celts were the dominant people and culture of Europe north of the Alps between the sixth and first centuries BCE. At its peak, the Celtic world stretched from the British Isles to the Carpathians and Asia Minor. The ultimate personification of barbarism for their Hellenistic and Roman neighbours, the Celts in fact possessed their own vital and highly original civilization, revealed in the rich profusion of ornamental motifs that decorate Celtic weapons and artifacts.Their traditions live on in customs, names and crafts, and they contributed greatly to the formation of Europe." (The Celts, dustcover, edited by  V. Kruta, O.H.Frey, B. Raftery, and M. Szabo.)

When reading St. Paul's Letter to the Galatians, I never realized that he was writing to a group of Celts that had settled in that part of the middle east. All of Turkey was controlled by the Celts at one time. At various points in history they were the neighbours and very often the scourge of most other European civilizations. They were one of the only peoples that the Romans feared...and not in Britain, but in Italy itself.

The internet site, Ibiblio says this about the first Roman encounter with the Celts: "The first historical recorded encounter of a people displaying the cultural traits associated with the Celts comes from northern Italy around 400 BC, when a previously unknown group of barbarians came down from the Alps and displaced the Etruscans from the fertile Po valley, a displacement that helped to push the Etruscans from history's limelight. The next encounter with the Celts came with the still young Roman Empire, directly to the south of the Po. The Romans in fact had sent three envoys to the besieged Etruscans to study this new force. We know from Livy's The Early History of Rome that this first encounter with Rome was quite civilized:

[The Celts told the Roman envoys that] this was indeed the first time they had heard of them, but they assumed the Romans must be a courageous people because it was to them that the [Etruscans] had turned to in their hour of need. And since the Romans had tried to help with an embassy and not with arms, they themselves would not reject the offer of peace, provided the [Etruscans] ceded part of their superfluous agricultural land; that was what they, the Celts, wanted.... If it were not given, they would launch an attack before the Romans' eyes, so that the Romans could report back how superior the Gauls were in battle to all others....The Romans then asked whether it was right to demand land from its owners on pain of war, indeed what were the Celts doing in Etruria in the first place? The latter defiantly retorted that their right lay in their arms: To the brave belong all things.
The Roman envoys then preceded to break their good faith and helped the Etruscans in their fight; in fact, one of the envoys, Quintas Fabius killed one of the Celtic tribal leaders. The Celts then sent their own envoys to Rome in protest and demanded the Romans hand over all members of the Fabian family, to which all three of the original Roman envoys belonged, a move completely in line with current Roman protocol. This of course presented problems for the Roman senate, since the Fabian family was quite powerful in Rome. Indeed, Livy says that:

The party structure would allow no resolution to be made against such noblemen as justice would have required. The Senate...therefore passed examination of the Celts' request to the popular assembly, in which power and influence naturally counted for more. So it happened that those who ought to have been punished were instead appointed for the coming year military tribunes with consular powers (the highest that could be granted).
The Celts saw this as a mortal insult and a host marched south to Rome. The Celts tore through the countryside and several battalions of Roman soldiers to lay siege to the Capitol of the Roman Empire. Seven months of siege led to negotiations whereby the Celts promised to leave their siege for a tribute of one thousand pounds of gold, which the historian Pliny tells was very difficult for the entire city to muster. When the gold was being weighed, the Romans claimed the Celts were cheating with faulty weights. It was then that the Celts' leader, Brennus, threw his sword onto the balance and uttered the words vae victis "woe to the Defeated". Rome never withstood another more humiliating defeat and the Celts made an initial step of magnificent proportions into history."

Brennus and the Gold

This is a particularly flattering description of the Celts:

"Diodorus notes that:

Their aspect is terrifying...They are very tall in stature, with rippling muscles under clear white skin. Their hair is blond, but not naturally so: they bleach it, to this day, artificially, washing it in lime and combing it back from their foreheads. They look like wood-demons, their hair thick and shaggy like a horse's mane. Some of them are clean-shaven, but others - especially those of high rank, shave their cheeks but leave a mustache that covers the whole mouth and, when they eat and drink, acts like a sieve, trapping particles of food...The way they dress is astonishing: they wear brightly coloured and embroidered shirts, with trousers called bracae and cloaks fastened at the shoulder with a brooch, heavy in winter, light in summer. These cloaks are striped or checkered in design, with the separate checks close together and in various colours.
[The Celts] wear bronze helmets with figures picked out on them, even horns, which make them look even taller than they already are...while others cover themselves with breast-armour made out of chains. But most content themselves with the weapons nature gave them: they go naked into battle...Weird, discordant horns were sounded, [they shouted in chorus with their] deep and harsh voices, they beat their swords rhythmically against their shields.
Ok -- after that description, I know everyone is waiting for the picture...


What? You expected Mel Gibson from Braveheart?

Ok -- this was another I found of the Celts and Romans.


I am not sure whose side the artist was supporting!

That is it for a while. We are going to be on holidays for the next three weeks. Look for the next blog about four weeks from today.

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Celtic Quest Encore

Last week I talked about how the Celtic Quest seemed to keep popping up at different places as I got back to Dad's home in time to see Natalie MacMaster and Donell Leahy and their family playing in the summer night for the 150th anniversary of Lennox and Addington Counties. Then I arrived home to discover that the performer at the patio series at Festival Place was a fiddler. I didn't go. However, on Sunday night, at Symphony in the City, we did go to watch the McDades perform with the Edmonton Symphony Orcehstra. Celts are EVERYWHERE these days!

Symphony in the City, Kinsmen Park

On Tuesday I drove to Saskatoon to spend a couple of days browsing and reading in the library at St. Andrew's College.

St. Andrew's College, Saskatoon

I was surprised that sitting in the stacks reading brought back old sentimental memories of my days studying there. It really surprised me since I could not really remember actually having sat in the stacks reading during my time as a student at St. A's! No -- not that I didn't read, but that we lived across the street and most of my reading was done in the comfort of our living room!

Proof that I actually OPENED a book in the stacks!

As I mentioned last week, the main book for which I was searching was a book written in the 8th century by a monk by the name of Bede. He was a Northumbrian (from north of the river Humber). And he wrote about the history of Roman occupied England and the beginning of Christianity in the British Isles. He is known as The Venerable Bede and I was all prepared to play on that name by calling him The Impenetrable Bede...but he was actually quite readable. I suspect that is due to the translators of the edition I was reading, since he wrote in Latin.

One of the things that made me sit up and take notice were the comments made by the translators about what Mr. Bede himself had written and what he had copied from other historians. It seems that what we would call plagiarizing was not frowned upon in those days. Mr. Bede copied whole sections of other people's works and never even mentioned their names. He is looked upon as one of the great religious historians of Great Britain.

Mr. Bede....ooops -- no -- that is Mr. Bean!


This is The Venerable Bede...though I am not sure who decided this is what he looked like.

As well as reading some of the 500 plus pages that Bede wrote, I explored some of the other offerings of the stacks of St. Andrew's. I found several other books that I want to read over the next while on the history of the coming of Christianity to Britain, including a chapter on St. Patrick (from somewhere in Scotland?) who brought Christianity to Ireland and became their patron Saint and another chapter on St. Columba, an Irishman who brought Christianity to Scotland and became one of Scotland's beloved Saints.

Hopefully, one of the local libraries will be able to process an inter-library loan for some of these books. Being a Scot/Celt/Gael (still trying to figure that one out!) I am loath to actually spend money and buy them! If I do have to open my wallet I will likely be heard to utter the Gaelic phrase:

Ha mi Bronach!

Friday, 29 August 2014

The Celtic Quest

The Celtic Quest. It can take a person around the world...to places like the island of Iona in Scotland...or across Canada from the prairies to Cape Breton and back again. And when the quest has started, it is amazing what will turn up that reflects back onto it.

I was visiting with my dad for a few days before coming back to Alberta. On the Friday evening, the counties of Lennox and Addington celebrated their 150th anniversary. There was a big concert on the lawn behind the courthouse that drew almost 1,000 people. It was free. Another important word in the Celtic quest. The lead performance was by Natalie MacMaster and her husband, Donell Leahy. I had to go and listen for a short while since Natalie and I had been...ahem...taught by the same fiddle instructor. She and Donell are both amazing fiddle players. I left however, when their five year old daughter came out on stage with a tiny violin and played the very first piece that I had been taught three weeks before...and played it much better than I! Time to go home!

The 150th anniversary celebration for Lennox and Addington

Natalie also told us that her uncle, Buddy MacMaster had died the day before. He was one of the great fiddle players in Cape Breton and Canada. (Natalie holds an honourary Doctor of Divinity degree from the Atlantic School of Theology, the United Church seminary in Halifax.)

Buddy MacMaster, October 18, 1924 - August 20, 2014

I rented a fiddle on Friday.

That was supposed to be the end of the fiddle comments, but....I think I forgot to share this lovely picture with you. It is a quintessential Canadian picture. Three adorable children of Chinese ethnicity playing Celtic fiddle music of a Cape Breton variety on the harbour front in Halifax. They were RAKING in the loonies and toonies! Again, playing the same piece of music Troy had been trying to teach me. I will learn that piece and then I am going to set up at the Farmer's market with an open fiddle case on a Saturday morning! 


Three cute kids earning enough for fiddle lessons for the upcoming year


Ok...on to the work front (all right, how many of you read: on to the boring stuff? And stopped reading?) 

The Celtic Quest...is actually one of the books I am currently reading. One of...because I usually have more than one on the go. The other one is "The World of Bede." I will tell you more about Bede next week. He is an English historian from the 8th century.

Rosemary Power writes "The Celtic Quest." In her book she provides some background on the rise of Celtic Spirituality. Celtic Spirituality is a movement that arose in the late 20th century in response to spiritual needs of the time. Rosemary is quick to point out that there is a large gap between what is accepted as Celtic Spirituality now and what can be studied as Celtic Christianity from 1500 years ago. Reading what we have left in text and poetry and song lyrics from that long ago and translating it into contemporary context is not an easy matter. Hence, some of the need to read Bede. (Don't you love it when it just naturally happens that way!)



The Venerable Bede. He brings to light some of the historical background of Celtic Christianity and he will be who I search out this coming week at St. Andrew's College in Saskatoon.

Learnings:

1. I need to look at two different things, Celtic Christianity from 1500 years ago and Celtic Spirituality that has developed in the last 30 years. What are the connections? Does the second arise from the first? Does it matter?

2. What we call Celtic could be more accurately called Gaelic. There are six languages in the Celtic language grouping. Scots Gaelic, Irish Gaelic, Manx Gaelic (from the Isle of Man), Welsh, Cornish (from the Cornwall area), and Breton (Brittany). Most of the material that the new Celtic spirituality references comes from Scottish Gaelic and Irish Gaelic sources. 

Cuibheas air a-nis. 

Friday, 22 August 2014

Around Halifax

Last Friday, I pressed the publish blog button on blog #3 before I actually drove away from the Gaelic College. (One takes advantage of free Internet where one can!) I hadn't realized how accurate I would be. Liam, the duty piper, was playing the pipes as I drove away!

Over the past week in reflecting on my two weeks at the College, I realize how much I learned during that time, and how exhausting it is to learn!

A last picture from  the Gaelic College (maybe)

I spent the next four days in Halifax...some recovery time...some sightseeing...some exercise. I have to fit into the kilt by the time I get back for the first Sunday of December.

On Sunday I attended Ft. Massey United Church (Fort Massey By the Sea). This is the church that Caryn attended and sang in the choir last fall. Unfortunately, the choir director was away, completing a European tour of organs and cathedrals. But I was able to thank the minister, Trent, and several congregation members for taking Caryn in and making her part of their church family for those 4 months.

I think they were surprised to be thanked. It was what any congregation would do. And it is...or should be. It was what Westdale did in Peterborough and what Grace would do. That is part of what it means to be church. I would expect any of us...or our children or grandchildren...to go into any United Church and be welcomed as part of the family (That is not a musical cue). It was still important to thank them.

Ft. Massey United Church, Halifax

Another famous spot that I visited on Monday.

Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia

Aside from sightseeing and brain overload recovery, part of my purpose in going to Halifax was to meet up with Ivan Gregan, who is the minister at one of our churches in Dartmouth. Ivan, as it turns out, is also on sabbatical so I did not get a chance to meet face to face. However, we did have quite a long conversation on Monday morning about Celtic Christianity.

Part of our discussion was around the differences between Celtic Christianity and Mediterranean Christianity.

One example of these differences concerns where God is to be found. In Mediterranean spirituality the gods raced across the heavens...and so God was up there when Christianity came along. In pre-Christian Celtic spirituality, the gods were all around...behind a tree...in the rocks. And so God remained a very present God...close at hand...not somewhere far away.

Ivan also had some very interesting things to say about the use of numbers in scripture. I will talk more about that in a subsequent blog when the historical reading I have been doing is unbearably boring and too tedious to report!

Leaving Halifax, I traveled north through New Brunswick and again I was unsuccessful in trying to track down a fellow clergy. I did notice that most of Ontario seemed to be driving on the highway with me heading west. In fact, half of Ontario seemed to be in the Maritimes during August.

I pulled off the highway to drive past the home where I grew up.

 Where I grew up. These trees were seedlings.

I stopped to take a picture of my home church.

 St. Andrew's United Church, Martintown, Ontario

And back to dad's for a few days before flying back to Edmonton.

Friday, 15 August 2014

Tha mi duillich

Tha mi duillich! I am sorry...but I learned to swear in Gaelic. I am not going to type any of it here. I don't want people to memorize it and be saying things when I get back! However, I am not really sure us English speakers would think it was really swearing anyway. (The Gaelic phrase, means "I am sorry"...it is not swearing! Sorry! Really!)

Before I begin the second week blog, I ended the last blog saying that I toured the island on the weekend. On Sunday afternoon I went to church. It was a United Church and it was in the Highland Village at Iona. I was the only preacher in the church...in fact the only person, period. And I am making no comment about THAT! This is the church.

 Malagawatch Church

In the village, it reverts to its Presbyterian roots, but the whole story of the United Church congregation that donated the building and the church's move...including a 15 kilometre barge ride across Bras D'or Lake...is documented inside the church.

Inside the church, which is very austere in keeping with the Scots Presbyterian tradition, there is one artifact of ornamentation. In my experience, it is the least useful device in a sanctuary. Can you guess what it might be? Here is a picture of this piece of art work from the Malagawatch Church.

A clock mounted on the balcony of the Malagawatch Church
Highland Village, Iona, Nova Scotia

Was there ever a device so unused as a clock which only the preacher can see?

Week two at the Gaelic College was as full as the first. I moved up a level in bodhran to advanced beginner. I am not sure if that is a paradoxical expression or not. I repeated the same level of Gaelic, but with a different teacher and using the immersion method of teaching. Which means only conversation...nothing written down, so any Gaelic phrases I use from now on came from week one or the internet. I returned to beginner fiddle, repeated the history of the Gael, and took storytelling. This last class had some useful tips and practice that will come in handy for preaching later on.

My fiddle instructor was Stan Chapman. Stan has taught Natalie McMaster, Ashley McIsaac, the Beaton sisters and many others. I feel privileged to have taken lessons from him...and sorry that he had to listen to the screechings and squawkings of my bow across the strings.

Stan Chapman at a ceilidh in Baddeck

History of the Gael. I took the class from two different people and it was excellent both times. This week, it was taught by Lewis McKinnon who is the Executive Director of the Office for Gaelic Affairs...a department of the Nova Scotia government. (Did I mention that Rodney MacDonald, the former premier of Nova Scotia, is the CEO of the Gaelic College? And he is a darn fine fiddle player!) 

The history of the Gael will be the course that provides the most useful background information for the work that I will be doing around Celtic spirituality and Celtic Christianity. However, as I typed that sentence, I am thinking that most of the instructors here would disagree with that. They would say that it all starts with the singing.

In several of the courses...from history to Gaelic to fiddle...teachers have been saying that the rhythm of the singing dictates the flow of the language and the rhythm of the instrumental music. And the Gael had songs for every part of their life. We learned several songs for milling the woven fabric. There were hunting songs and farming songs and songs for every occasion. So, it might not be the history course that is most useful when looking into the spirituality of the Gael/Celt. It might all flow from the music.

I don't, however, have the ability to put that music on here, so I will say that St. Columba is a fascinating start to the story. St. Columba, or Calum Cille as he was known at that time, brought Christianity to Scotland. Well, actually, it was there in parts of the country, but he founded the monastery on the Island of Iona and then proceeded to Christianize the Picts. I will be talking quite a bit more of St. Columba next month.

In talking with my history instructor, I commented on the age of the Gaelic speakers and teachers here at the college...as well as the age of most of the music teachers. Without asking them, they seem to be in their mid to late 20s...which means they could be in their early 30s looking from my advanced years. He said that there is a resurgence of interest in the Gaelic language and culture in this generation. Many took it in elementary school. I also notice an abundance of rings indicating graduates of St. Francis Xavier University in Antigonish. I guess I expected to be taught by some grizzled old Scot from up in the hills.

With week two finished, I am driving to Halifax for a few days of looking around. I had hoped to chat with Ivan Gregan. I still may be able to do that, but he is also on sabbatical right now and is not in Dartmouth, but somewhere in northern New Brunswick.

At most hours of the day here, the sounds of a piper can be heard from somewhere on the campus. That will be the last sound that I hear as I drive out the gate and down the road.



Tuesday, 12 August 2014

De an t-ainm a th'ort?

De an t-ainm a th'ort? Is mise Eoghann.

The first question and answer we learned in Gaelic class. What is your name? My name is Eoghann (Hugh). Of course there are a couple of accent marks missing, but I haven't figured out how to do that here yet.

Gaelic...what a language. There are only 17 letters in the Gaelic alphabet, but they combine for more sounds than we have in English. Just when you think it MUST sound THIS way...it doesn't!

That was my first lesson last Monday morning. It was the start of an exciting and challenging week. There were five 50 minute classes each day as well as optional activities. I was exhausted at the end of each day. Besides Gaelic, I took the History of the Gaels, Gaelic song, Beginner Fiddle, and Beginner Bodhran (boron)...the Irish drum.

The Gaelic College is an amazing place. They bring in some of the best teachers from around Cape Breton and internationally. The fiddle teachers are award winners. The Bodhran teacher, while originally from here, now comes in from Scotland to teach. I had one on one lessons with a young man who tours extensively playing Cape Breton fiddle music. When I said I lived in Sherwood Park, he said..."I've played at Festival Place."

The most amazing night of the week was Wednesday when all the teachers performed for two hours.  Then it was the students' turn on Thursday night, and no, I did not perform!

This is St. Ann's Bay. The college is above this body of water.

This is Cameron Stewart, the son of my bodhran teacher from Scotland. He is 9 and plays amazingly.

Cameron Stewart

I went to my first ceilidh on Monday night. It was in the Roman Catholic parish hall in Baddeck. One of our instructors was playing. They asked where everyone was from partway through. Half the people were from the U.S. The rest of us were spread across Canada. You never know who you will run into no matter where you are. One couple was from Ardrossan. Another couple was from Glengarry...where I grew up. They were studying at the college too. When I chatted with him the next day it turns out we played soccer against each other 40 years ago. Just typing that makes me feel old!

Dara MacDonald, fiddle instructor, accompanied by Jennifer Bowman.
St. Michael's Parish Hall, Baddeck

With the weekend off, I traveled around the island and saw some of the sights...much ocean whenever I could. 

 West Mabou Beach

I will add learnings from this week and the second as the weeks and blogs go on. But the most important thing I learned this week was a Gaelic phrase:

Caite bheil an taigh beag?  Where is a little house? I probably don't need to translate that any further. 

Friday, 8 August 2014

To Cape Breton

Flights are always interesting. Sometimes they are smooth. You are traveling alone, have a seat by the window and there is no one in the middle seat...a quiet restful flight...especially for an introvert.

Then you have flights where an unaccompanied minor is put into the seat beside you...a charming young girl at first...but by the end of the 3 1/2 hour flight you have some idea why she is going to spend 3 weeks in Ontario with grandma and grandpa. And you believe her when she announces...as you are waiting to disembark (flee) the aircraft...that she can be a "challenge" sometimes, as she kicks the seat in front of her barely missing your carry-on bag with the computer inside.

That makes the flight from Toronto to Kingston on a little 18 seater that wobbles and bobs with the Lake Ontario up and down drafts a pure pleasure!


I spent a day with my dad and then borrowing his car, set off for Cape Breton and the Gaelic College.

South of Montreal, the thought crossed my mind that the land was flatter than the Regina plain!

A day and 1/2 later I passed into Nova Scotia.


And finally arrived at the Gaelic College.


And checked into my room. St. Columba should have had it this good!


All ready to start a new adventure.