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Another Life: the magic of the winter solstice Mistletoe, druids, myth and magic in Ireland

Another Life: the magic of the winter solstice

Mistletoe, druids, myth and magic in Ireland

Two in the bush: mistle thrushes feeding on mistletoe. Illustration: Michael Viney Two in the bush: mistle thrushes feeding on mistletoe. Illustration: Michael Viney
Sat, Dec 20, 2014, 01:00
Solstice is a fine soft word to slip off the tongue. It comes, the web tells me, via Old French from the Latin solstitiumsol for the sun and sistere, to stand still, which was one way of understanding Earth’s significant tilt tomorrow and the consequent shortest day of the year.
The wilder corners of west Connacht abound in big rocks – standing, carved or aligned – with a role in Stone Age calendars and magic. The east coast’s great megalithic monuments, Knowth and Dowth, open their stony hearts to the rise of the sun at dawns around the winter solstice. The west has simple rows of rocks, lining up with the sun as it sets into some chosen mountain notch in Connemara or Mayo.
Around the corner of my coast, Croagh Patrick’s pyramidal sanctity has warranted several such marvels. They include a row of boulders on a mound in a saltmarsh (at Killadangan, five kilometres west of Westport) where, at 1.45pm tomorrow, they should align spot on with the sun as it dips into a niche in the shoulder of the Reek.
More spectacular is the happening on a clear evening on August 24th, when, from a carved rock at Boheh, on a hillside east of the Reek, the setting sun appears to roll down the edge of the mountain’s seaward scarp like a flaming Catherine wheel.
It will, however, be quite dark tomorrow by the time I join friends at their annual winter-solstice party, complete with bonfire to celebrate the true turning of the year. While its ruddy light may not quite reach Croagh Patrick, across the bay, the mountain’s looming presence and the roar of surf on the shore always give the evening a proper druidic spice.
Little is known about the druids of Ireland, considering their role as professional power brokers in dealings with Iron Age nature. What I find intriguing about them is how – or whether – they managed their magic without mistletoe.
Notable now as a predator’s wand at Christmas office parties, it was then the indispensable “golden bough” of druids throughout the Celtic continent.
This was the title of the monumental study of magic and religion by the Scottish anthropologist Sir James George Frazer, first published in 1922. The Roman Pliny, in his natural history, was first to link druid rituals with the parasitic plant, but it was Frazer who traced its role in so much European myth and magic (none of which seems to have involved uninvited osculation).


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