Reuniting the Silver and the Gold
2020
Poem Exert by William Butler Yeats
And walk among long dappled grass And pluck til time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Soren’s Hauge's Commentary from Call of the Sidhe:
There is a deep longing in the poem, a longing for reunion, for reconnecting with magic and deep identity. This makes the lines incredibly special as a falling in love between Sidhe and Humanity and a possible promise that someday silver and gold might come together again.
From Cyd: I had been laying out the Stone Circle and imagining myself sitting in the Howe at the altar every morning, appreciating the Sidhe. Sometime in mid September of 2020, I decided to create a meeting space on the inner. I lived 15 minutes from the foothills of Mount Baker. I imagined a log cabin high up on the hillside overlooking Lynden with an expansive view to the west towards Birch Bay in Washington State. The cabin has a high-pitched ceiling and a large picture window towards this western view. The entrance is a heavy oak door on the right side of the house.
I wanted to make the interior hospitable for the Sidhe. I imagined vivid colors including a purple sofa with two crimson overstuffed chairs and two large candle stands, one on either side of the sofa. I was staring at the crimson chair, contemplating golden piping around the edges when I felt another presence next to me chime in, “What about silver?” Hmmmm, I thought. Where did that come from? My next thought was, “Does silver match a crimson chair?” Immediately, another thought zipped back to me, “We can just braid them together.” And poof, a beautiful braided pattern appeared on all the furniture, a mixture of silver and gold. “Very ornate,” I thought, “and lovely.”
Next, I considered the candle stands, “We could make the base and stands silver, perhaps the cup that holds the candle gold?”
There wasn’t even a moment of silence before the reply came, “And we can create a leaf pattern all around the cups, alternating gold and silver leaves.” Poof, it was done, the candleholders sparkling like sunlit flowers lifting their faces to the sun.
Here I was, thinking I would go in and create a welcoming space for the Sidhe (and mind you, I really had no expectation of them communicating with me) but he was already there participating in our very first collaboration. Only after reading the Yeats poem and Soren‘s commentary does my heart reach deeply into the symbolism of this first interaction; the coming together again of Sidhe and Human, of silver and gold.
Lastly, the very next day I was reading Soren‘s book, Finding Your Elven Heart, page 34, where Soren's Sidhe friend, Fjeldur communicates, “It is our nature to weave bright connections and follow the flow of the moment, uniting and connecting. We braid and link...” This is only one of many synchronicities and affirmations I would receive over the next few months. But at the time...I still thought I was imagining things.
And walk among long dappled grass And pluck til time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Soren’s Hauge's Commentary from Call of the Sidhe:
There is a deep longing in the poem, a longing for reunion, for reconnecting with magic and deep identity. This makes the lines incredibly special as a falling in love between Sidhe and Humanity and a possible promise that someday silver and gold might come together again.
From Cyd: I had been laying out the Stone Circle and imagining myself sitting in the Howe at the altar every morning, appreciating the Sidhe. Sometime in mid September of 2020, I decided to create a meeting space on the inner. I lived 15 minutes from the foothills of Mount Baker. I imagined a log cabin high up on the hillside overlooking Lynden with an expansive view to the west towards Birch Bay in Washington State. The cabin has a high-pitched ceiling and a large picture window towards this western view. The entrance is a heavy oak door on the right side of the house.
I wanted to make the interior hospitable for the Sidhe. I imagined vivid colors including a purple sofa with two crimson overstuffed chairs and two large candle stands, one on either side of the sofa. I was staring at the crimson chair, contemplating golden piping around the edges when I felt another presence next to me chime in, “What about silver?” Hmmmm, I thought. Where did that come from? My next thought was, “Does silver match a crimson chair?” Immediately, another thought zipped back to me, “We can just braid them together.” And poof, a beautiful braided pattern appeared on all the furniture, a mixture of silver and gold. “Very ornate,” I thought, “and lovely.”
Next, I considered the candle stands, “We could make the base and stands silver, perhaps the cup that holds the candle gold?”
There wasn’t even a moment of silence before the reply came, “And we can create a leaf pattern all around the cups, alternating gold and silver leaves.” Poof, it was done, the candleholders sparkling like sunlit flowers lifting their faces to the sun.
Here I was, thinking I would go in and create a welcoming space for the Sidhe (and mind you, I really had no expectation of them communicating with me) but he was already there participating in our very first collaboration. Only after reading the Yeats poem and Soren‘s commentary does my heart reach deeply into the symbolism of this first interaction; the coming together again of Sidhe and Human, of silver and gold.
Lastly, the very next day I was reading Soren‘s book, Finding Your Elven Heart, page 34, where Soren's Sidhe friend, Fjeldur communicates, “It is our nature to weave bright connections and follow the flow of the moment, uniting and connecting. We braid and link...” This is only one of many synchronicities and affirmations I would receive over the next few months. But at the time...I still thought I was imagining things.