I have an embarrassing confession to make. I was telling my IC about your recommendations regarding reactive abuse. As I was telling her it occurred to me that I had no idea what the heck banshee meant. Of course, you use this word all the time. It is funny, I understood what u were saying because of the context In which it was used. Anyway, I laughed and asked the IC what the heck banshee meant. I mean is it some strange British term. She laughed and proceeded to enlighten me. Then we both had a good laugh. I'm still laughing at myself for this.
Just for fun from Irish folk lore.
The banshee was in the books of Kells I believe. Maybe the male equivalent is the Pooka.
Banshee The bean-sidhe (woman of the fairy may be an ancestral spirit appointed to forewarn members of certain ancient Irish families of their time of death. According to tradition, the banshee can only cry for five major Irish families: the O'Neills, the O'Briens, the O'Connors, the O'Gradys and the Kavanaghs. Intermarriage has since extended this select list.
Whatever her origins, the banshee chiefly appears in one of three guises: a young woman, a stately matron or a raddled old hag. These represent the triple aspects of the Celtic goddess of war and death, namely Badhbh, Macha and Mor-Rioghain)
She usually wears either a grey, hooded cloak or the winding sheet or grave robe of the unshriven dead. She may also appear as a washer-woman, and is seen apparently washing the blood stained clothes of those who are about to die. In this guise she is known as the bean-nighe (washing woman).
Although not always seen, her mourning call is heard, usually at night when someone is about to die. In 1437, King James I of Scotland was approached by an Irish seeress or banshee who foretold his murder at the instigation of the Earl of Atholl. This is an example of the banshee in human form. There are records of several human banshees or prophetesses attending the great houses of Ireland and the courts of local Irish kings. In some parts of Leinster, she is referred to as the bean chaointe (keening woman) whose wail can be so piercing that it shatters glass. In Kerry, the keen is experienced as a "low, pleasant singing"; in Tyrone as "the sound of two boards being struck together"; and on Rathlin Island as "a thin, screeching sound somewhere between the wail of a woman and the moan of an owl".
So that's my big secret.
V
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose. V 64, WAW
