Cordelia, the celtic meaing of my name is "of the sea". The Welsh version of my name is Creddylad. She was the daughter of the sea God Llyr. The mythology tells tales of her lovers Gwyn and Gwyrthur fighting over her each Samhain and Beltaine. She is also Goddess of the summer flowers. It is believed that the origin of the Holly King and the Oak King, who dual at Yule and Midsummer, came from the story of Cordelia and her lovers. This story of Cordelia going against her father's wishes to marry the man of her choice gave inspiration to Shakespeare's offering "King Lear".
Children of Llyr, Children of the Sea

Cordelia by Wendy Andrew. My dear friend Hermione gave me a print of this.

Manannan by Thali Took
Manannan mac Lir, the Irish God of the Sea, fertility and weather. The son of Llyr, he is often depicted riding a chariot across the waves. Husband to Fand, he was the foster father of many gods, including Lugh. His Welsh counterpart is Manawyddan.
The daughter of a sailor, I inherited my dad's love of the sea.
I dedicate this page to my daddy,
with love and gratitude for all he taught me,
for the unconditional love he gave me and my mom,
and for all the joyful memories he left behind.
"Chuck" 1930 ~ 2000

Requiem
Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
~
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill

My Lindsey, gazing at the moon and waves.
VA Beach Dec.2006
ODE
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems. ~ With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down. ~ We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o'erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world's worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth.


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