A Magical Brew

 Legend hath it that Cerridwen had two children. Creiwy was the most beautiful girl in all the world. Afagddu, her son, was the ugliest boy. They lived on an island in the middle of Lake Tegid. To compensate for Afagdddu’s ugliness, Cerridwen decided to make him highly intelligent. So according to a recipe contained in the books of Vergil of Toledo the magician (hero of a twelfth century romance), she boiled up a cauldron of inspiration and knowledge, which had to be kept on the simmer for a year and a day. Season by season she added to the brew magical herbs gathered in their correct planetary hours.  When finally Gwion thrust into his mouth some drops of the mead he at once understood the nature and meaning of all things past, present and future. The 19th of January is the anniversary of my husband, Darryl’s death. He lost a fierce battle with cancer and I am still to deal with the present. In honour of his memory I am asking those, who want to help in some way, to stop and think of us and add some magical herbs and other ingredients to this cauldron to help concoct the brew, which upon taking, will help me know joy without guilt, nourish memories without pain and move forward, full of hope, towards the future.   Remembering Darryl January 17th 2010 love you today and always Darryl Heather