Showing posts with label Oonagh; goddess; mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oonagh; goddess; mythology. Show all posts

8/24/10

Goddess of the Week: Oonagh

Three Celtic goddesses, as depicted at Coventi...Image via WikipediaStar needs a goddess of perseverance, or, as she says, a "put your head down to the wind-keep on keepin' on-you can do it-this, too, shall pass-there's light at the end of the tunnel" goddess." I Thought long and hard about this one because -- sister -- I need her too. And I know who we need: we need Oonagh.

Oonagh is an ancient, ancient Irish goddess. She and her tribe were the Tuathas de Danaans -- children of the mother goddess Dana. They arrived in Ireland on dark clouds and lived there all magically immortal for a good long time until the Celts came with the one weapon that could vanquish their magic: the iron sword.

Ain't that just the way things always go? You're hanging out, doing your thing, feeling all good and secure, and -- suddenly, out of nowhere -- come those upstart interlopers with their damn iron swords chopping the legs right out from under you. Ok. Maybe your particular iron sword looks more like a lost job, a sick kid, a new boss, or some trollop in a D cup. But you know what I mean: something comes along and your magic -- your mojo -- is sucked away. You're left panting for breath, fighting against the wind, wondering how long you will have to endure this nightmare.

Oonagh had a better idea. Instead of waiting for the end to come, she and her people wrote themselves a new narrative. Instead of becoming the gods defeated by the iron sword, they became the gods who re-invented real estate. That's right! They moved underground and made little magical tree and bush entrances into their new homes so that they could come and go into our world as they pleased. These days, they are known as Leprechauns.

It is really hard to be in that place where everything stinks and you're just trying to get by everyday. Believe me, I know. But Oonagh teaches us that sometimes the way to survive is to re-write the story, or at least re-define the story, or a least re-define how you participate in the story. Only then, will you defeat the iron sword.

Channel this goddess: When you feel your endurance wearing thin, when your troubles seems unbeatable, when your moxie is on empty.

Need a goddess: I got goddesses! Post a comment telling me what you're looking for. I'll take care of the rest.
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