snakeappletree studio journal
C is for Cauldron
I bought a hanging cauldron from the witch colony at the Hertz mountains above the Black Forest in Germany, following a trip to Magdeburg where the famous witch trials, and where Void was scientifically proven to exist.
Great Spirit in its wisdom had the cauldron fall from my bag on the bus and it was lost.
The next cauldron I had brief ownership of was one that Vine and myself dug up out of the muck while cleaning shards of glass from a natural freshwater spring in a woods in Carmarthenshire, where Merlin the enchanter is claimed to have been born, at the top of Tabernacle hill.
It is claimed that he was born backwards in time but nobody in the county has yet shed light on the matter. There is a different hill not far from there named Merlins Hill, perhaps more for its romantic and peculiar landmass as it is positioned in the winding river snake valley, than for its actual connection to the wizard. Vine was studying sculpture at the local college where they have a forge and I am hoping that she repaired the rusty old cauldron.
Merlin and his relationship with the Grael quest of the Once and Future King; Arthur, in the christianized account of a pagan story full of primal Celtic motifs and mythologised history. I learned well that Myth is not fiction, it is real, just as the legends from our ancestors say it is. When the Otherworld interweaves with the Material world, is a time of great energy.
The story from the Welsh Mabinogion, of Taliesin and Ceridwen the Witch, is a fabulous initiation tale. Seems to me that if Cauldrons aren't slipping through your fingers, then their witches are chasing you with a furious vengeance.