À la recherche des korrigans

Je me suis rendu compte aujourd'hui que je n'ai pas du tout blogué sur les mythes et légendes bretonnes depuis que je suis ici et que je n'ai pas blogué à propos des korrigans depuis des années. En fait, pas depuis que j'ai écrit ce billet sur Nimble. Alors bon, je songeais à ça car je suis à la recherche de korrigans. Pour décoration, comme compagnon de Nimble, ou alors dans les bouquins. J'ai déjà acheté un bouquin de contes les mettant parfois (souvent?) en scène. J'en réécrirai plus à ce sujet. Je suis allé visiter un dolmen aujourd'hui, un de leurs lieux de résidence (voir l'encadré à gauche), ça m'a mis les korrigans à l'esprit.

Garden gnome

Nimble has a new friend: the garden gnome my sister-in-law got me for my birthday. I think that he fits well right next to Nimble. We don't have a garden for him, but he will do fine there. I am glad it's here anyway, I have been expecting it for a few months now. It gives a bit of life and happiness to this flat. Now I will have to think of a name. Any suggestion?

Nimble the Korrigan at home

I thought I would give you some news of Nimble, the Korrigan I bought in Brittany. He is settled home with his many friends that were coming with him (a rabbit, a dog, a cat and some horrible, ugly rats that make me shiver when I see them at his feet), right next to a new friend (the sheep I bought my wife in Montreal). When I finally get the garden gnome my sister-in-law made for me, I will put it right next to Nimble, so he will have another friend. I also intend to buy more Korrigans in our next trip to Brittany and build a whole community here. I would do the same with gargoyles, but my wife would hate that. Gargoyles simply are not as cute as Korrigans, although Korrigans can be quite naughty and play tricks, even cruel ones.

Question to myself: am I trying to create a haunted house (or flat)? Maybe not by ghosts, but by spirits/mythical creatures? Sometimes I wish this place was haunted, so my life (and this blog), would be more exciting. In a house like this, way too modern, I doubt there are any ghosts to haunt it. There is one Korrigan, but he had to be imported from Brittany. When I was living in a hall of residences, I had a Chinese neighbour and she believed the residences were haunted by all the spirits that lived in the cemetary nearby. She was a bit weird, telling us about all the encounters she had with those ghosts, but cool (she hated rats too). I kind of envied her. I have never been superstitious, but I always wanted to be, it that makes any sense. Life is more fascinating when it is full of monsters. When I was a child living in a new developing area of Chicoutimi, I remember walking with my parents in the neighbourhood at dusk and hoping to see ghosts in the woods nearby. I never saw one and now the woods are gone. I always thought the Victorian house I lived in Liverpool would be ideal for a ghost story, it was old, dusty, falling apart, beautiful, austere and close to a graveyard (and my bedroom was red just like in the H.G Wells short story). I'll try to write one some day. I didn't write it then, but we threw a great Halloween party there.

Wow, that's a long post! And all I wanted to blog about at first was Nimble.

Nimble the Korrigan

Before I forget: the Korrigan has been baptised by my wife. His name is Nimble.