All the Colours of Green – continues

Time has just flown by and Christmas is only six weeks away.. Do you ever think one might could tire of seeing the same places everyday?

I think I will never tire of Wales. And all my thoughts will not expire ever after all; for in that time I have had to see real wishes come true, it’s here where I have found hints of life and love and home and then there is someone here now to cling to. He calls me his ray of hope; and his pinken every morning.

People ask me all the time; “Do I miss Texas?” I reply; I miss people; mostly my sons and family and my old friends. But my home is here now.

So there are moments so I might know that this is just the beginning, discovering that there are places beyond narrow one. I have seen massive green forest, farms and gardens, medieval castles, palaces and cathedrals.

I am American girl in Wales, where my duality is to reason all; it is one with every living breathing moving particle is one is the absolute. I will stay here and I have no desire to return to the States.

Duality is an illusion. It must be this narrow place inside me that contains my infinite love for one and the same. Julien is my gravity and advanced physics and mathematics.

Only when the heart has experienced longing or suffering and pain can we understand that what is important and that which hopes hangs onto, finding that love is the only shimmering effervescent realm of continual creation.

Note- “All the Colors of Green” is available at Amazon on Kindle.
Thank you to all my followers and for reading.

Enjoy!-
Love, M.

There be Dragons

Dragons brilliantly painted in vivid colours and varying tones of cobalt blue with characteristic ‘heaping and piling’ effects. Imagine standing there before you two striding five-clawed dragons chasing after one another amidst wispy clouds. Bands of lotus leaves encircling the top of border. Glazed interior well painted with a six-character mark within a blue border on the base.

Chinese antique Jiajing mark Blue and White Dragon Bowl. Two floating dragons under the sea with lotus leaves surrounding the top with just a faint gold leaf border. Sounds like a lucid dream.

The Jiajing mark Period Make”. This is possibly very old of high quality porcelain.

Dyrnwyn, the Black Sword Enchanted

 Rhydderch Hael (Welsh: Rhydderch the Generous, fl. 580 – c. 614) was a ruler of Alt Clut, a Brittonic kingdom in the Hen Ogledd or

North Wales by JHH

 “Four kings fought against them, Urien and Rhydderch [Hael] and Gwallawg and Morcant.
Theodoric fought vigorously against Urien and his sons. During that time, sometimes the enemy, sometimes the Cymry were victorious, and Urien blockaded them for three days and three nights in the island of Ynys Metcaut.
But during this campaign, Urien was assassinated on the instigation of Morcant, from jealousy, because his military skill and generalship surpassed that of all the other kings.”

—Historia Brittonum, chapter 63

Dyrnwyn the Black Sword was an enchanted sword and the most powerful weapon in Prydain. It was forged long ago by Govannion the Smith for King Rhydderch Hael, and wielded justly by his descendants until it was lost during the reign of King Rhitta. For some time Dyrnwyn was believed to be merely a legend, even by the very wise.

Owain Ddantgwyn

Owain Ddantgwyn was a prince of North Wales, was a King of Rhos in the late 5th century.
 

North Wales, photo by JHH

 

Owain appears in various ancient Welsh genealogies as the son of Einion Yrth and the father of Cynlas Goch. One of these is given the title, ‘Pedigree of (the Kings of) Rhos. 

According to the Bonedd y Saint, he was also the father of Einion Frenin, king of Llyn, Seiriol, and Meirion. Other than these genealogies, no documentary evidence exists concerning his life.

 

Raglan Castle Photo by JHH

 
Arthurian 

Some Authurian’s have conjectured that Owain could have been the origin of a “real” King Arthur. 

Arthurian scholars, have proposed this by Graham Phillips and Martin Keatman in their book, King Arthur: The True Story (1992).

They suggested that “Arthur” was a nickname and identified its recipient as Owain from a passage in “De Excidio Britanniae.”

 

River Wye, Dogelleau, S. Wales by JHH

 
Its contemporary author, Gildas, refers (in Latin) to Owain’s son, Cynlas, literally as “guider of the chariot which is the receptacle of the bear”. “Bear” in Brythonic is “Arth”, so Phillips and Keatman take this to infer that “the Arthur” was Cynlas’ predecessor, known from the genealogies to be Owain. They go on to claim that Owain ruled in Powys. 

The Owain as Arthur hypothesis draws on the relationships between Owain and his nephew Maelgwn Hir and compares it to the relationship between the Arthur and Mordred of legend.

 

as Malory’s account of Mordred’s treachery is the most well-known and influential version of the story. Malory popularizes an episode from the Post-Vulgate Suite du Merlin, commonly called the “May-Day Massacre,” in which Arthur heeds Merlin’s prophecy that the child who will cause the downfall of his kingdom.

 
Maelgwn, the “dragon of the isle” is admonished by Gildas for murdering his uncle (Owain) and seizing his throne, events similar to those of legend whereby Mordred murders his father.

While there is the plausable connection between this Owain of Rhôs and the legend of Arthur of Britain it may also be worthy to note the similarity between Owain’s epithet Ddantgwyn, meaning “white tooth”, and the name of a legendary sword Dyrnwyn, meaning “white hilt”.

 

The Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain (Welsh: Tri Thlws ar Ddeg Ynys Prydain) are a series of items in late medieval Welsh tradition. Lists of the items appear in texts dating to the 15th and 16th centuries.[2] Most of the items are placed in the Hen Ogledd or “Old North”, the Brittonic-speaking parts of what is now southern Scotland and Northern England; some early manuscripts refer to the whole list specifically as treasures “that were in the North. “

 
Excalibur – The Kings Sword 

Dyrnwyn, the sword, is associated with Rhydderch Hael (died c.614), an important king who ruled the northern Kingdom of Strathclyde after Owain Ddantgwyn’s death. 

Rhydderch Hael was also a major protagonist in the war fought against Owain’s great nephew, Rhun Hir ap Maelgwn, who had succeeded Maelgwn Hir in c.547 as the king of Gwynedd, by Strathclyde and her northern allies. 

  
In the course of this war Rhun of Gwynedd would perish in battle in Strathclyde c.586. 

The sword Dyrnwyn was one of the so-called Thirteen Treasures of the Island of Britain and apparently held magical properties, similar to those associated with Arthur’s legendary sword, Excalibur.

Dyrnwyn the Black Sword was an enchanted sword and the most powerful weapon in Prydain. It was forged long ago by Govannion the Smith for King Rhydderch Hael, and wielded justly by his descendants until it was lost during the reign of King Rhitta. For some time Dyrnwyn was believed to be merely a legend, even by the very wise.

References

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/RhydderchHael 

Graham Phillips and Martin Keatman in their book, King Arthur: The True Story (1992).

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirteen_Treasures_of_the_Island_of_Britain

Beaumaris, Isle of Anglesey 

 

Beaumaris Castle. Entrance.

  
  

south wall intrance to the great hall

      

Outter wall mote

   Good Morning Wales…

As I traveled the back roads of Mid and North Wales, nearly stopping at every historic monument until we reached the shores of the Irish Sea. 

The best things is, traveling through the Gower and along the coast; it was only about three hours from my beautiful Swansea; shore to shore. 

Still hunting Welsh castles, it’s a love of mine and a fascination with Owain Glyndŵr and his heroism and sort of longing; when he believed in something so strongly that your willing to fight for it. 

So it is perhaps it fascinating in hopes of find all these almost legendary; but historic places in Wales. This time our chosen site was in the Isle of Anglesley, North Wales…and it would be this place called Beaumaris Castle. 

The meaning of Beaumaris is “fair marsh”, whose name derives from the Norman-French Beau Mareys, and in Latin the castle was termed de Bello Marisco.

The kings of England and the Welsh princes had vied for control of North Wales since the 1070s and the conflict had been renewed during the 13th century. 

It lead to Edward I intervening in North Wales for the second time during his reign in 1282.

Wales became divided into counties and shires, with three new shires created in the north-west, Caernarfon, Merioneth and Anglesey. 

The shires were established with protective castles just like Beaumaris castle; Astonishing and magnificent. 

In 1294, Welsh Prince Madog ap Llywelyn rebelled against English rule. The revolt was bloody and amongst the casualties. 

King Edward attempted to suppress the Welsh rebellion over the winter. But again, once Anglesey was reoccupied in April 1295. 

The King immediately began to progress the delayed plans to fortify the area. 

Beaumaris Castle was taken by Welsh forces in 1403 during the Owain Glyndŵr rebellion, but recaptured by royal forces in 1405. 

Following the outbreak of the English Civil War in 1642, the castle was held by forces loyal to Charles I, holding out until 1646 when it surrendered to the Parliamentary armies.

Thank you for reading. 

Growing Family

  

So, we’ve decided to go house hunting… I guess that what new couples do; is to collaborate on making a new space together. 
Our newly made family is already quite large, with the two of us, two chihuahua’s and a feral cat; whom already seem to have utterly adopted me.  It certainly makes for one big happy family. 
I would like a fairly decent size house I think. My new husband seems to have a fairly large family as so I, so having a nice space for all Hearts, (my husband) hobbies as well as the visiting family, entertaining, and of course the doggies is a must. Heart collects clocks and photos, you know. He has piles of them. The other night I had a dream about moving his stuff…maybe it’s possible. 
Anyway the house we looked at today was four stories high, the steps up to the door, unattended, a bit looming, some were broken and covered in green ivy. If I’d wanted a tree house, I would have asked. 
The windows once were overflowing with people were ivy crept in and then turned back to peek out at the surrounding world. The overgrowth had curled around the steps as if cradling an injured soul, trying to protect it from further harm; filling the cracks as if to the greenery would try and heal them.
I don’t think that was the one; I’m not sure, but I think it had a dungeon even.  I told Heart; “can we please find one with a thatch roof built into a tree, that looks like a mushroom, you know, one of those traditional Victorian Welsh houses?” So we’re still looking… I don’t think it won’t be long now since we both agree on the style. 

The Journal of… An American Girl in Wales 

Alan Lee illustration from ‘The Dream of Rhonabwy’, from ‘The Mabinogion’

The Beginnng of the Return

It’s funny how life changes all around you when you know your are loved. There’s a certain confidence when you become part of someone’s other half.

The way you greet me in your arms with a warm smile, asking what’s wrong when I give you a certain look.  It was to be different this time. “What is wrong, Are you alright?” I asked. He just looked away and sighed, wiping a tear away from his cheek. tell me what is wrong.” I had just informed him I had to go back to America for a few weeks. His heart was pierced, so was mine. 

Finally, he turned to me and reached around my, holding his hand on my back, but he pulled back and shook his head. “I know how much you love me, I’m so happy you came into my life. It’s not easy being apart even just for a few weeks.

My eyes became wide and I shook my head at him. “Darling it will get better soon enough, please just be patient with me!” I hugged him before I left for Texas and began to sob into his chest, not wanting him to leave him. We both cried. 

He wiped the tears from my eyes and I gave him one last kiss on his cheek, then getting up. “I’ll miss your close company that you brought every day.”

We got up and he gave me a quick hug, not saying a word, drove me to the terminal and walked away leaving him standing there alone. 

The silence on the way to the airport was even more heartbreaking. I left him standing there, as I looked through the glass doors and sighed, gut wrenching; walking to my gate, grabbing my journal and a pen. 

For some reason, whenever I picked up the pen, I felt tingles in my body, which I just assumed was a coincidence. It was the same monte blanc pen you gave me and the same pink moleskin journal you gave me for Christmas. 

Yes, I picked up a pen because I seemed familiar and comforting in that moment while I was sitting there waiting for my flight. They had become my companions. Although a slight ease from the pain of our separation. 

I opened up my journal and clicked open the pen, pushing it to the pad. Carefully, I wrote in the best handwriting I could, even though it didn’t matter because no one else would see it. It read:

“Today, my heart was in despair when i left Wales. In the last Six months, this one person that I love him so much and I just wish that there was a way that we could still be together. If I could I would do anything to have that change to be with him.


But alas, I don’t believe that there is anything that I can do, but follow the rules So, I guess I will have to live with a broken heart for a while until I return to my beloved. 

Just then, it hit me and I nearly fell off of my chair, dropping my pen. I cringed in pain. 

Suddenly, I paused and looked to my journal, walking over and reading over my writing again. 


Then, I looked at the pen and shook my head. “This can’t be real.” I picked up the pen, and I realised my world can be resolved by with pen in hand. I knew what I needed to do and made a list of things that needed to happen before I could return. 

And now it’s been a few weeks, the list is almost completed, but most of all; I had a chance to write it all down, otherwise I might have never been able to return to you. 

wild things



While the pleasure that overwhelms is so much that not even move. This place is it myth, legend or magical…I wonder. 

But I would like to, to explore more; the surface of my lover, to caress his pale face and kiss him  until fatigued, 

My guess the only option was just surrender to my feelings. 

To enjoy the ecstasy produced that connects with the beats connecting with yours; 

To go with the things in this place that seems to claim me; to feel how, slowly, the sights of Wales are blurred and the lights that are transferred inside my head, 

They are becoming in as images of saints, fallen angels and wild things that be.