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Here is another interview with Children's Wheel of the Year illustrator, Julie Freel. This time I want to let you in on her other life, which is as an expert on the emotional development of children. Her input has also been very helpful on the writing side of the books, ensuring that the stories and dialogue are helpful to children, even as they entertain.
Instead of being primarily a teaching tool, like many other books about natural holidays, the Children's Wheel of the Year series offers adventure stories linked to the themes of earth-centered holidays that are fun to read and listen to. The Shanna books are not focused on teaching kids how the holidays were or are supposed to be celebrated. There are examples of traditions in the books because the family in the story celebrates the holidays. But the focus is on a kid-friendly story.
I raised my hand. Most of the class was half asleep anyway. I wasn't even sure what I was going to say until he called on me. I tried to find words for the wrongness I felt in the lecture. I think I said something along the lines of, "So you think dolphins should have to do the humans' dirty work?"
It is the general reminder of caution and the need for intuition that is universally understood about crows and ravens. When so many diverse cultures with long and learned histories arrive at the same conclusion, it is worth paying attention.
Children love the direct, emotive paintings that illustrate the scenes of these everyday adventure stories. The paintings bring alive the traditions of the earth-based holidays and without them the stories would be incomplete.
On the eve of Imbolc, Ten-year-old Shanna and her seven-year-old brother Rye find protection and connection through the use of intuition and through a myterious raven, who turns out to be a friend. This is the story of a modern earth-centered family who follows the old gods and celebrates the wheel of the year. The Shanna stories give children in Pagan and goddess traditions a community and inspiration within lively adventures that kids can't get enough of. Check out Shanna and the Raven: An Imbolc Story on Amazon.
This book and others in the series can be used to give children confidence in a solution as well as to bring comfort in the knowledge that they are not alone. Every child is different from the norm in some way and many have experienced the pressure to shave off any of our protruding corners--to hide those parts of us that are not perfectly "normal." Healing stories give both children and adults the understanding of our differences as gifts and the knowledge of that many others have been through the same difficulties.
Yet, be it noticed, if you are a stranger, you will not readily [Pg xi]get ghost and fairy legends, even in a western village. Youmust go adroitly to work, and make friends with thechildren, and the old men, with those who have not felt thepressure of mere daylight existence, and those with whomit is growing less, and will have altogether taken itself offone of these days. The old women are most learned, butwill not so readily be got to talk, for the fairies are verysecretive, and much resent being talked of; and are therenot many stories of old women who were nearly pinchedinto their graves or numbed with fairy blasts?
At sea, when the nets are out and the pipes are lit, thenwill some ancient hoarder of tales become loquacious,telling his histories to the tune of the creaking of the boats.Holy-eve night, too, is a great time, and in old days manytales were to be heard at wakes. But the priests have setfaces against wakes.
I have to thank Messrs Macmillan, and the editors ofBelgravia, All the Year Round, and Monthly Packet,for leave to quote from Patrick Kennedy's LegendaryFictions of the Irish Celts, and Miss Maclintock's articlesrespectively; Lady Wilde, for leave to give what I wouldfrom her Ancient Legends of Ireland (Ward & Downey);and Mr. Douglas Hyde, for his three unpublishedstories, and for valuable and valued assistance in severalways; and also Mr. Allingham, and other copyrightholders, for their poems. Mr. Allingham's poems arefrom Irish Songs and Poems (Reeves and Turner); Fergusson's,from Sealey, Bryers, & Walker's shilling reprint; myown and Miss O'Leary's from Ballads and Poems ofYoung Ireland, 1888, a little anthology published byGill & Sons, Dublin.
He thought himself that there was not a wet path, or adirty boreen, or a crooked contrary road in the wholecounty, that he had not walked that night. The night wasat times very dark, and whenever there would come a cloudacross the moon he could see nothing, and then he usedoften to fall. Sometimes he was hurt, and sometimes heescaped, but he was obliged always to rise on the momentand to hurry on. Sometimes the moon would break outclearly, and then he would look behind him and see thelittle people following at his back. And he heard themspeaking amongst themselves, talking and crying out, and [Pg 23]screaming like a flock of sea-gulls; and if he was to save hissoul he never understood as much as one word of what theywere saying.
"No," said the other, "I do not; but I'll tell you thetruth: for the last seven years you have been annoying us.I am one o' the good people; an' as I have a regard foryou, I'm come to let you know the raison why you've beensick so long as you are. For all the time you've been ill, ifyou'll take the thrubble to remimber, your childhre threwnout yer dirty wather afther dusk an' before sunrise, at thevery time we're passin' yer door, which we pass twice a-day.Now, if you avoid this, if you throw it out in a differentplace, an' at a different time, the complaint you have willlave you: so will the gnawin' at the heart; an' you'll be aswell as ever you wor. If you don't follow this advice, why,remain as you are, an' all the art o' man can't cure you."She then bade her good-bye, and disappeared.
[Pg 38] [These trout stories are common all over Ireland. Many holywells are haunted by such blessed trout. There is a trout in awell on the border of Lough Gill, Sligo, that some paganishperson put once on the gridiron. It carries the marks to thisday. Long ago, the saint who sanctified the well put that troutthere. Nowadays it is only visible to the pious, who havedone due penance.]
There was once a poor man who lived in the fertile glen ofAherlow, at the foot of the gloomy Galtee mountains, andhe had a great hump on his back: he looked just as if hisbody had been rolled up and placed upon his shoulders;and his head was pressed down with the weight so muchthat his chin, when he was sitting, used to rest upon hisknees for support. The country people were rather shy of [Pg 41]meeting him in any lonesome place, for though, poorcreature, he was as harmless and as inoffensive as a newborninfant, yet his deformity was so great that he scarcelyappeared to be a human creature, and some ill-mindedpersons had set strange stories about him afloat. He wassaid to have a great knowledge of herbs and charms; butcertain it was that he had a mighty skilful hand in plaitingstraws and rushes into hats and baskets, which was the wayhe made his livelihood.
"When he had me there fairly landed, he turned abouton me, and said, 'Good morning to you, Daniel O'Rourke,'said he; 'I think I've nicked you fairly now. You robbedmy nest last year' ('twas true enough for him, but how hefound it out is hard to say), 'and in return you are freelywelcome to cool your heels dangling upon the moon like acockthrow.'
A candle held between the fingers of the dead hand cannever be blown out. This is useful to robbers, but they appealfor the suffrage of the lovers likewise, for they can make love-potionsby drying and grinding into powder the liver of a blackcat. Mixed with tea, and poured from a black teapot, it isinfallible. There are many stories of its success in quite recentyears, but, unhappily, the spell must be continually renewed, orall the love may turn into hate. But the central notion ofwitchcraft everywhere is the power to change into some fictitiousform, usually in Ireland a hare or a cat. Long ago a wolf wasthe favourite. Before Giraldus Cambrensis came to Ireland,a monk wandering in a forest at night came upon two wolves,one of whom was dying. The other entreated him to give thedying wolf the last sacrament. He said the mass, and pausedwhen he came to the viaticum. The other, on seeing this, torethe skin from the breast of the dying wolf, laying bare the formof an old woman. Thereon the monk gave the sacrament.Years afterwards he confessed the matter, and when Giraldusvisited the country, was being tried by the synod of the bishops.To give the sacrament to an animal was a great sin. Was it ahuman being or an animal? On the advice of Giraldus theysent the monk, with papers describing the matter, to the Popefor his decision. The result is not stated.
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