Gather round, dear seekers of wisdom, as we traverse the lush green meadows of ancient Celtic culture through the poetic verses of the Irish Triads. Passed down through the ages as cherished pearls of wisdom, the triads were once whispered into the ears of young and old, serving as guiding lights through the misty landscapes of life.

"The Three Glories of Speech" beckon us from the pages of the Triads of Ireland, which were tenderly compiled in the 9th century. Each Triad is a golden nugget of knowledge, encompassing three items entwined by a shared trait, with each trio gracefully dancing to the same rhythm.

Allow me to lift the veil on the term “usually wise words,” for some triads cast a shadow on the role of women in their society. Fear not, for the strong Irish women have, over the ages, challenged and transformed these shadows into pillars of strength and equality.

The Enigmatic Triads of Ireland: A Tapestry of Time

Originally known as Trecheng Breth Féne, the Triads of Ireland were brought to the embrace of the modern world by the scholarly devotion of Kuno Meyer in the early 20th century. The richness of these triads is boundless, and as Meyer noted, they are but "a small portion of the large number of triads scattered throughout early Irish literature."

The triads bloom like flowers in a meadow, their petals representing diverse facets of life – nature, geography, customs, and the intriguing tapestry of human behavior.

A Celestial Gathering of Three

Triads often begin with an identifier, followed by the triune companions that share the spotlight. With poetic grace, they were grouped according to their essences and given numbers to twinkle like stars in the night sky.

For instance, triad 40 tells us of the "three rivers of Ireland: the Shannon, the Boyne, the Bann," as though whispering ancient songs of the lands cradled by these rivers.

From Meadows to Moonlight: The Humanity in Triads

As we waltz through the triads, we arrive at an enchanting corner where they speak, in tender yet profound tones, of human nature and the symphony of societal virtues and values.

Here, dear friends, let us embrace them with both the wisdom of history and the sensibility of our times. For instance, triad 109 speaks of “Three maidens that bring hatred upon misfortune: talking, laziness, insincerity,” casting a shade upon the voices of women. It is a moment to reflect on how far we have come.

In the arms of Celtic Wisdom

Why did our Celtic ancestors wrap their wisdom in groupings of three? The triad, my kindred spirits, was likely a harmonious vessel for preserving mythology, wisdom, and lessons. The wandering bard, a keeper of tales, carried these triads in his heart, and they would blossom into stories by the hearth, guiding many a soul with their light.

And let us not forget, the Irish are not alone in this tapestry woven in threes, for the Welsh have their Book of Triads, and the world over, triads have been beloved companions to memory.

Favorite Gems From the Irish Triads

We shall not part without sharing a handful of these poetic triads, though do explore the treasure chest for more. Let us hold them close to our hearts and cherish the wisdom passed down through the ages.

76 - Three hands that are best in the world: the hand of a good carpenter, the hand of a skilled woman, the hand of a good smith.

80 - Three things for which an enemy is loved: wealth, beauty, worth.

82 - Three rude ones of the world: a youngster mocking an old man, a healthy person mocking an invalid, a wise man mocking a fool.

86 - Three sparks that kindle love: a face, demeanor, speech.

90 - Three ungentlemanly things: interrupting stories, a mischievous game, jesting so as to raise a blush.

91 - Three smiles that are worse than sorrow: the smile of the snow as it melts, the smile of your wife on you after another man has been with her, the grin of a hound ready to leap at you.

93 - Three fewnesses that are better than plenty: a fewness of fine words, a fewness of cows in grass, a fewness of friends around ale.

97 - "Three preparations of a good man's house: ale, a bath, a large fire."

110 - "Three maidens that bring love to good fortune: silence, diligence, sincerity."

111 - Three silences that are better than speech: silence during instruction, silence during music, silence during preaching.

114 - Three idiots that are in a bad guest-house: the chronic cough of an old hag, a brainless tartar of a girl, a hobgoblin of a gillie.

146 - "Three sounds of increase: the lowing of a cow in milk, the din of a smithy, the swish of a plow."

160 - "Three that are not entitled to renunciation of authority: a son and his father, a wife and her husband, a serf and his lord."

225 - "Three welcomes of an ale-house: plenty and kindliness and art."

250 - Three prohibitions of food: to eat it without giving thanks, to eat it before its proper time, to eat it after a guest.

And now, as the hearth’s flame bids us adieu, we part with the triads, cradling them like tender blossoms. May the verses of the Irish Triads, imbued with the spirit of our Celtic forebears, whisper in your ears through the winds of time.

I bid thee fare thee well, with a heart filled with gratitude for having wandered these ancient meadows with you. May you always find wisdom in the triads’ embrace, as they guide you through the moonlit nights and sun-kissed days.

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