And she’s finished … .

Previously Posted:

“The Welsh say, “She is casting rain,” not “It is raining,” and in Pwyll’s day men still knew why.  Rain and sun, crops and wombs of beasts and women, all were ruled by that old, mysterious Goddess from whose own womb all things had come in the beginning. The wild places were Hers, and the wild things were Her children.  Men of the New Tribes, Pwyll’s proud golden warrior-kind, left her worship to women, made offerings only to their Man-Gods, who brought them battle and loot.  But now Pwyll began to wonder if those hunters were right who said that all who went in to the woods to slay her horned and furry children should first make offerings to Her, and promise not to kill to many.  So folk of the Old Tribes had always done.”

–excerpted from Prince of Annwn by Evangeline Walton

I’m working on a new piece of Goddess embroidery inspired by Evangeline Walton’s novelizations of The Mabinogian.  I just finished Prince of Annwyn in which the goddess Modron (Mother) is a primary character.

In the design I’m working on right now her head is a sun symbol, her torso is rain fall, and her skirt the sown field motif, symbolizing the fertility of both the fields and women.  From her head sprouts the Tree of Life.


SO. It turns out in 2010, TFB played at the local punk club I go to at least once a week. Several times a week there are shows of several bands since they aren’t exactly big enough to draw their own crowd. It’s an accepting crowd of maniacs and you get used to your feet getting stomped and beer in your face from people moshing and you make friends with the people you’re randomly dancing with and I’m gonna find TFB’s sticker on the wall on Friday I swear, every band puts one up. I’m so mad. I mean I was only twelve but still they should come back and do a secret show or something Jesus fucking Christ.