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Keltic, not Selltic. | ||||||||||||||||||
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Having as I do a mixed heritage of Irish, English, Scottish, Welsh, Dutch, French, and perhaps German, I consider myself thoroughly Celtic in my blood and birth. I insist it is pronounced with the hard C, sounding like Keltic, not Selltic. While I don't believe in immortal deities, I do sometimes refer to archetypal deities for visualizations. Typically these include the Morrigan, Cernunnos, Herne, and Cerridwen although being as I am eclectic, Bast and Sekhmet frequently find their way in.
I live in a province where Celtic roots abound. I love Celtic music such as Clannad, Enya, and the Chieftains, as well as the newer variants provided by Loreena McKennit, Ashley MacIsaac, Rawlin's Cross, MacKeel, and others. I love bagpipes properly played, but I hate to hear them abused and made to sound like a dying pig. I've been known to follow the sound of a pipe band halfway across the city to find where it originated. Of course, the siren call of the pipes often leads to the sight of Scottish lads in Kilts, so there' might be an ulterior motive there... I have been swept off to thoughts of other times and places while listening to Celtic music played on Mandolin, tin whistle and bodhran. |
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