the legend of lochán na cuimhní cinn

I have returned to the written word, at least for the time being. I’ve been somewhat inspired to write tales for my children (we are homeschooling, and since I created Bran and Bryn I thought I might as well write their stories). This particular tale does not involve the brother and sister, but it is something that I wrote because of those characters. I hope you enjoy.


 

Legend holds that there was once a small spring surrounded by the rather odd combination of Fir trees and Ivy. The Ancestors called the spring Lochán na Cuimhní Cinn – the Pond of Memories.

It is said that a young woman, Morré, was blessed by Mneme, Goddess of Memories, and was tasked with protecting the pond, having been given a jug filled with water from the Goddess’ spring. There, beside the spring, Morré erected a small hut and every morning she would take the jug to the edge of the pool and mix the waters together, reciting a prayer to enchant the waters.

Soon after Morré began her blessed task, she learned that her family and the entire village had forgotten her entirely, and though the villagers would come to the pool and ask for the blessings of Mneme from the pool, they could not recall her. Regardless of her attempts, and they numbered in the hundreds, nothing stirred their memories.

One evening as the Moon hung full in the clear sky, Morré called to Mneme and begged her to bring her families memories of her back. The Goddess, who had the utmost compassion for the young woman, explained that if she were to restore their memories, Morré would no longer be able to protect the pond and it would dry up, leaving the villagers afflicted with a severe forgetfulness.

Morré was told to make a choice – the memories of her or the memories of entire generations to come. The Goddess gave the young woman one month to decide, saying that she would return on the next full moon. Over the weeks that she contemplated her choice, Morré continued to assist people from far and wide who came to experience the healing properties of the pond. She met with many people of all ages, who had travelled to regain the thoughts that they had forgotten. She took their stories and the experience of meeting each person into consideration each night as she sat on the large rock at the edge of the pond, staring at the Moon growing in size above her.

On the night of the full moon, Mneme arrived at Morré’s doorstep and took the young woman’s hands. With tears in her eyes, Morré told the Goddess that she chose to remain beside the pond. She had seen the amount of good the waters had done and could not, in good conscience, remove the pond from existence. For her sacrifice, Mneme granted Morré eternal youth in order to protect the sacred waters, but over time that gift turned the young woman into a statue.

Morré is said to stand on the edge of the pond, pouring the waters from the jug into the pool. Every full moon, she is allowed to come to life and partake of the offerings left for her, to stir the pond, and to breathe the fresh air of the forest she calls her home.

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