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Saule
The greatest goddess of
the Baltic people - the Lithuanians and Latvians - was the shining sun, the sky
weaver, the amber goddess Saule.
She ruled all parts of life,
from birth into her light to death when she welcomed souls into her apple tree
in the west. Even the name of the ocean on which the Balts lived was hers, named
for Balta Saulite ("darling little white sun"). She was worshiped in songs and
rituals that celebrated her nurturance of earth's life, for she was Our Mother,
called various names like Saulite Mat ("little sun-mother") and Saulite
Sudrabota ("little silver sun").
She was married in the springtime of creation to the moon man Menesis. Their
first child was the earth; after that, countless children became the stars of
heaven. Saule was a hardworking mother, leaving the house at dawn each day and
driving her chariot across the sky until dusk. Menesis, however, was fickle and
carefree, staying home all day and only sometimes driving his moon-chariot. The
light of Saule's life was her daughter (variously named Austrine, Valkyrine, and
Barbelina, but most generally called Saules Meita, the sun's daughter), the
beloved lady of the morning star.
Each evening, after she had bathed her weary horses in the Nemunas River, Saule
looked for the child. But one evening she could not find her - for in her
absence, Saule's beautiful long-haired daughter had been raped by Menesis.
Furious beyond words, Saule took a sword and slashed the moon's face, leaving
the marks we see today. Then she banished him forever from her presence; thus,
they are no longer seen together in the sky - the end of the happy paradise
before the evil came into our world. Saule was worshiped every day when her
people would bow to the east to greet Mother Sun. But she was especially honored
on summer solstice, Ligo, when she rose crowned with a braid of red fern
blossoms to dance on the hilltops in her silver shoes. At that moment, people
dived into east-flowing streams to bathe themselves in her light. All the women
donned similar braided wreaths and walked through the fields, singing goddess
songs, or daina. Finally, they gathered
around bonfires and sang the night away. *sigh*
gathered around bonfires and sang the night away. *sigh*

*Picture above from
Lisa Hunt Fantasy and
Mythological Galleries
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