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My love of folk music began with my playing music with the Seeger family when I went to their summer camp in Vermont as a child. From there, I began to expand my repertoire, and added songs from Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Hank Williams, Kate Wolf and many others too numerous to name. After playing many venues New York, I relocated to the West Coast for several years and continued my passion for performing there. I recently moved back to my hometown of NYC, and am enjoying reconnecting with my folk roots here.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

"Testimony" by Ferron

Yosemite Falls, Winter 1994 taken by Beth Kotkin

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I originally performed the song  below at the 1997 San Francisco Free Folk Festival during the Summer Solstice. As I am posting this, it is now the Winter Solstice. I think the song is a better fit. 
 
This year, the Winter Solstice comes in close proximity to the Christmas Full Moon also known as the Full Cold Moon or Long Nights Moon. It is a relatively rare event, which was last here in 1977 and will not come again until 2034.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year and the start of the winter season. In the Scottish tradition of my maternal grandparents, winter brings the goddess of life and death known in Scotland as the Cailleach, or crone aspect of the triple Goddess. In her most mysterious aspect, the Cailleach was the "dark mother" who knew what the future held for all men.

In Scotland, the Cailleach was worshiped by the farmer who was the first to harvest his grain. He would make a corn dolly that would be passed from farmer to farmer as their grain was harvested in turn. 
 
When the last farmer to harvest his grain received the corn dolly that represented the Cailleach, he would watch over her until the Beltane festival.
 
During  Beltane, the planting cycle was renewed by the Beltane  fires. These fires still burned in the Scottish Border area on the peaks of  the Eildon Hills near Melrose, an ongoing tradition passed down from the Picts and my Scottish ancestors until well into the 18th century and modern times. 

The song speaks to the passing down of ancient mysteries to our young ones as well, in an unbroken chain towards the future.

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