Ghosts on a lazy Sunday afternoon

Lazy Sunday afternoons sometimes lead to idly watching odd programmes on the Television. For as long as I can remember there has been a community hymn singing show called Songs of Praise. Not the sort of programme I would normally watch but the programme also focuses on local communities and yesterday the programme came from Orkney. Now I have a long standing love affair with the sacred landscape of Orkney and so I watched the programme hoping to see a little of those beautiful islands.

During the programme the presenters went to Isbister Cairn, sometimes called, The Tomb of the Eagles. Outside the Cairn there was a discussion about the coming of Christianity to Orkney. Sometimes statements can be breathtaking like:

We have no idea just when Christianity first came to Orkney but we can imagine how the people must have felt when they were rescued from the darkness of their lives.

I just cannot begin to express how misleading this is. To begin with there is a huge span of time between the building of the Isbister Cairn and the first stirrings of Christianity on Orkney. The cairn was constructed around 3000 bce so there is a gap of some 3,500 years - almost twice as long as Christianity has existed. There is simply no connection between the people who built the cairn and the people who encountered the first Christian missionaries other than their common humanity.

More importantly there is plenty of evidence to show that life on Neolithic Orkney was good and probably much better than for most of the time Christianity has held sway.

Orkney is a treasure house of Neolithic sacred landscape. The people who built the many stone circles and cairns were clearly well fed, well housed, highly skilled and had both the time and the energy to give to ritual.

The hymns for Songs of Praise were sung in St. Magnus' Cathedral, a beautiful stone built ritual building. No one would call this Cathedral a tomb even though it is full of memorials to the dead, intimations of death and even the bones of St. Magnus himself. No, for all this the cathedral is a place for the living. My guess is that the many stone cairns of Orkney were also places for the living, for festival and ritual, and for being at one with the ancestors, for seeking their guidance and protection in a very similar way to which Christians ask for the guidance and protection of the saints, who though dead are seen to be very much alive. To put it simply there is nothing new under the Orkney sky, cairn and cathedral fit the same human need.

Today we have our own darkness, exploitation, war, torture, inequality, hierarchy... need I go on.

Comparing our own society, modelled on patriarchal faith, with that of Neolithic Orkney does not show us up at all well. Just who is living in darkness.

The Neolithic village of Skara Brae was continually inhabited for over 600 years. In all that time no one seems to have seen any need to build any fortifications. In all that time no one seems to have seen any need to proclaim his or her status by building a bigger house. Indeed all the houses were built and then rebuilt to the same spacious plan. This was a nurturing, highly  stable community that probably only ended with the later emergence of a ruling male elite that ultimately led to the darkness of our own society.

Blackthorn

This Spring has seen an absolute abundance of Blackthorn blossom. The Blackthorn blooms earlier than the Hawthorn because it fills its bare branches with snowy white flowers before it comes into leaf. This makes it one of the great messengers of the promise of warmer longer days. A dazzling display of tender white flowers filling the hedgerows - life is restored from the death of winter.

Yet whilst the Hawthorn is honoured the Blackthorn is thought to bring bad luck and has even been decried as the tree that provided the crown of thorns for Jesus' crucifixion. So I would like to give a little honour to the Blackthorn to give her thanks for her wonderful display of blossom in the early Spring. To cherish her for the way she offers protection to small creatures. To thank her for helping to build woodland by protecting the tender shoots of tall trees from the hunger of large animals. For the tonic of flowers and fruits and the wonder of sloe gin. She truly evokes the nurturing magic of the Goddess.

Now I cannot wait for the Hawthorn blossom, its heady, erotic scent and the promise of what a friend calls, The Festival of Sockoff. In case you do not know Sockoff is that special moment when it is warm enough to free the feet of shoes and socks and press your toes into the loving embrace of Mother Earth.