Padstow May Day celebrations are fabulous. I have a particular fondness for the dirge that is performed periodically during the day:
O where is St. George,
O where is he O,
He is out in his long boat on the salt sea O.
Up flies the kite and down tails the lark O.
Aunt Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe
And she died in her own Park O.
OSS OSS!
A terrifically affecting spectacle, as the celebrants lean in to the collapsed Oss, keening their lament - and then unbounded joy as the Oss leaps into life again. Moves me to tears everytime.
yep. one by one by precious one. we are already all ready free. and from this place of free-from-anyandall-seeming-dome/doom we remain free. i love you so. thank you so mucho amore for sharing this exquisiteness paul
I loved hearing about this and can feel the spirit of what it was and what it means and what it feels like. Thank you for sharing about it. It has stirred my soul to larger life.
Great. It's the same here in Portugal where every village has its own saint, and annual celebration. Power to the people in the folk customs. (Used to be part of the Maypole dancing team when I lived in the Chalfonts).
“They despise folk traditions because they belong to us and not to them.”
“Social cohesion and its expression are the enemy of the demonic cabal that would enslave us.”
Padstow red team … reminds me of San Fermin in Pamplona, but without the bulls.
Thanks for the peek into these beautiful celebrations! And for your thoughtful perceptive commentary.
Lovely stuff, Paul.
Padstow May Day celebrations are fabulous. I have a particular fondness for the dirge that is performed periodically during the day:
O where is St. George,
O where is he O,
He is out in his long boat on the salt sea O.
Up flies the kite and down tails the lark O.
Aunt Ursula Birdhood she had an old ewe
And she died in her own Park O.
OSS OSS!
A terrifically affecting spectacle, as the celebrants lean in to the collapsed Oss, keening their lament - and then unbounded joy as the Oss leaps into life again. Moves me to tears everytime.
yep. one by one by precious one. we are already all ready free. and from this place of free-from-anyandall-seeming-dome/doom we remain free. i love you so. thank you so mucho amore for sharing this exquisiteness paul
I loved hearing about this and can feel the spirit of what it was and what it means and what it feels like. Thank you for sharing about it. It has stirred my soul to larger life.
Thanks for sharing these with us.
Great. It's the same here in Portugal where every village has its own saint, and annual celebration. Power to the people in the folk customs. (Used to be part of the Maypole dancing team when I lived in the Chalfonts).
Fabulously uplifting Paul❤️ Thank you