Mothers Day - May 12, 2013

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May 12 2013 

The Naiads - Greek Nymphs

The Naiads 

The Naiad were the Nymphs of the Fresh waters-
In Greek Mythology, the Naiads, were a type of nymph who preside over fountains, wells, springs 
and brook. They were known to be very ancient spirits that inhabited the still waters of marshes, 
ponds, and lagoon lakes. The essence of a Naiad was that they were bound to their body of water being that of a spring, brook, fountain or lake, the naiad could never ever leave their body of water or they would die. This would be also the case if their body of water they live in were to dry up the naiad would die with the lake too.
These Naiads presided over rivers, streams brooks, springs, ponds, fountains waterfalls, lakes, 
ghettos, basically any type of freshwater body of water. 
The lifestyle of the Naiads~
The Naiad was intimately connected to her body of water and her existence seems to have depended

on it. If a stream, brook, fountain or lake dried up its Naiad will expire.  The water over which Naiads presides were thought to be endowed with inspirational, medical or prophetic powers.

Whoever drank of these magical waters would be inspired, thus the Naiads were themselves considered prophetic and were frequently worshipped by the Ancient Greeks in association with divinities of fertility and growth. Hence all person in the state of rupture, such as madmen, poets seers and prophets were said to be caught by the Nymphs - Naiads 
Naiad's Reputation in Greek Mythology~
The Naiads can be quite dangerous and treacherous too. And were often known to exhibit jealous

tendencies toward men - mortal men.
In the legend of Hylas -

The legendary Argon aught was lost when the Naiads seduced him and carried him away fascinated by his beauty. 
Another Fascinating legend about the Naiads is they were worshipped by the humans and youth at coming-of-age ceremonies. They used to dedicated their childish locks to the naiad of the local spring and many of them were attributed to magical or healing powers.
The Naiads is just one of the many different

nymphs to the Greek mythology. 
later on in my writings I hope to cover all the different Greek Nymphs .. 
I hope that you find this interesting as much as I have..
and the beautiful images I have chosen to go with the post too.
note. These are some of my favorite artist and are not my paintings
Wendy. 

The Sleeper - Edgar Allan Poe

The Sleeper 

by  Edgar Allan Poe

1831

The Sleeper

A midnight in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dew, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dipping, drop by drop.
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The roseymary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its brest.
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take.
And wonder not, for the world, awake,
All Beauty sleeps!-and lo!where lies
Irene, with here Destinies!

O. lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
and wave the curtain canopy
so fitfully-so fearfully-
above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which they slumb' ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!

Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
strange, above all, thy length of trees,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! oh may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheet ghost go by!

My  love, she sleeps! may her sleep
As it is lasting , so be deep!
soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that often has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
of her grand family funerals-

Some Sepulchre, remote, alone
Against whose portal she hath thrown, 
In childhood, many an idle stone
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
she ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

posted by Wendy

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