Remembering Morrigan...

So along the lines of a couple of other recent posts about women, witches and magic, (which are, really, all descriptive words of the same thing as far as I'm concerned...all women are witches, all women are magic embodied, it is only that some women are more empowered in that sense then others..) I've decided to write about Morrigan, whose strength I need in order to work well at this new job, where even the littlest things seem to be a struggle.

I've been listening to and singing this song all week by a group called Omnia; "Over hills and over meadows See the crow fly, feel her shadow Over woods and over mountains Searching for a war Her wings embrace each strife and battle Where swords they clash and chariots rattleeeking out the one whose time Has come to take the blade Morrigan ancient crone of war I see your face, I'll cry no more Morrigan ancient crone of war Come lift me on your wings Morrigan ancient crone of war I hear your voice, I'll breathe no more Morrigan ancient crone of war Come set my spirit free Kill for Morrigan Maim for Morrigan Fight for Morrigan And you will Slay for Morrigan Die for Morrigan Morrigan crone of war Vertaling Over heuvels en over dalen Zie de kraai vliegen, voel haar schaduw Over bossen en over bergen Op zoek naar een oorlog Haar vleugels omarmen iedere strijd en veldslag Waar zwaarden kletteren en strijdwagens denderen Zoekend naar degene wiens tijd gekomen is Is gekomen om het zwaard te nemen Morrigan oude oorlogs heks/godin Ik zie je gezicht, ik huil niet meer Morrigan oude oorlogs heks/godin Draag me met je vleugels Morrigan oude oorlogs heks/godin Ik hoor je stem, mijn adem stokt Morrigan oude oorlogs heks/godin Kom en bevrijdt mijn ziel Doden voor Morrigan Verminken voor Morrigan Vechten voor Morrigan En je zult Afslachten voor Morrigan Sterven voor Morrigan Morrigan oorlogs heks/godin.." Anyway, it has been very inspiring to me, because I need woman-strength right now.

So who is Morrigan?
Well, unfortunately, my breastfeeding class is about to start, so I feel like I have to write about her another day...

Love ya,
Carrot