I remember once listening in exhausted delight to the dawn chorus. A weird night had brought us listless and dreaming without ever once having been to bed. Now over a reviving cup of tea, I let nature's sweet music wash over me.
"You realize that it's not as pleasant as it sounds?" My friend interrupted my waking slumber.
"Huh?"
"They're singing that they survived. They're passing on the news of the night, alerting others to which members of the flock froze to death, and which got eaten by predators."
Reality swung strangely through my reverberating perspective. "Really?" Illuminated by a different light, the birdsong seemed suddenly desperate, not pleasant at all.
"Yeah." My friend confirmed and we sat in silence listening, a little bit wiser and slightly less at ease. "Sorry to burst your bubble."
But my mind had already moved on, through legend and songbird sounding from elsewhere. Into a mythic cycle concerning the divine Great Queen, whose remit spanned the globe and all its worlds. The birds of Rigantona sang where realities crossed or overlapped; to hear them was often to shatter the facade of your own.
"The birds of Rhiannon." I slowly replied, lifting my tea mug in salute to the Great Queen's local aspect. "Bubbles are meant to be burst."
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I love learning more about Rhiannon and her birds. Thank you. I can't wait for Spring Equinox. I am at my computer here in Colorado and looking out at the gently falling snow. It's just beyond Winter Solstice so I'm happy to be warm and alone. But the itch of spring is there in the background. I'm a birder so I can't wait for spring! I enjoyed this article.
Nope, it's not pinging anything in my memory. I'll seek it out online and report back.
The song of nature is The Moorsong. Does this ring a clearer bell? If you went through a Buchan phase I imagine that you have read it. The Grove of Ashtaroth is a story that is effective in the sense that I found it disturbing, but that's because I am not a fundamentalist.
You know, that rings a bell, but I can't place it. I wonder if I read it many, many years ago, when I was going through something of a John Buchan phase. I've read so many books over the years, that it's sometimes hard to recall the details of them all!
Did you ever read John Buchan's short story, The Rime of True Thomas? It is about the songs of nature, though only to a degree about birds. The story is found in Supernatural Tales, a collection of short stories by Buchan,edited by Jim Greig. Within the collection is also found The Grove of Ashtaroth, which along with The Rime of True Thomas, is one of my favourite short tales and a challenge to the cruelties of religious fundamentalism.
Buchan was something of a paradox, a moderate Presbyterian, who was interested in exploring pagan themes. This short story collection would repay your attention and delight you.
I'm glad that you thought so, and I hope you enjoy it.
I love paganism. Very interesting page. I'm in a hurry but will be back to read more thoroughly.