Welcome to The Dagda's Hearth

Father, husband, lover

Dealer of death, giver of sustenance

Ruad Rofhessa, Red of Great Knowledge

Host of the Land, bearing on His back

Champion and Chieftain

King and Conquered

Of the Mounds, of the World

Oak Strong

Vast and wide

Great Father

Great Host

Great King

Big Man

Big Bellied

Big Power

Wonderous Works

Wonderous Words

Wonderous Ways

Brewer am I, Host am I, Companion am I

Sit at my table

Tell me a tale, though mine will be bigger

A tale of giants, a tale of Gods

Sip my ale, sup my soup

Warm your heart at my fire

Fingers strum, absently

Hardened on harp strings, calloused work

Pull up the stool, weary bones I know

A tale, a song will revive you

Red of knowledge, known yet obscure

Titled and yet unknown

Father to many, champion of Gods

Cauldron belly, cauldron heart

Sly and tricky words have I

to steal a woman's kiss

Sly and tricky words have I

to steal a hallowed home

Not flawless am I

Founding and firm like the good earth

Red, viscous

Buzzing Blood

Thrums in bones

pulses and probes

hearts filled

never hungry

rosy-flushed

flared nostrils

flushed sweat

furrowed fields

fulsome feasts

father founder

foundlings favored

Red you are, called Ruad

serving sips

supped and cradled

cauldron keeper

of lore and home

Why were the Tuatha de Danann defeated?

Not hard to say

Perhaps the King of the Sidhe

in his red knowledge

knew the world

knew the land

and chose well the mounds for his people

Is eternal connection really a defeat?