I had been here before, a long time ago… and within those woods we had played, and drank water from a spring. In those fields my Great Grandfather had plowed, and worked the land, and I imagine as well my Grandmother and her brother and sisters must have played in those same woods that formed the backdrop for the stage. And just over the horizon … Continue reading Music In A Pasture
In The Seven Woods I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile Tara uprooted, and new commonness Upon the throne and crying about the streets And hanging its paper flowers from post to … Continue reading Wild Flowers Of August
Icarus, Compassion and Forgiveness. [ thepersianflaw.wordpress.com ] ICARUS Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus tried his wings first, but before taking off from the island, warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea, but to follow his path of flight. Overcome by the giddiness that … Continue reading Icarus, Compassion and Forgiveness
With a few gentle rays of sunshine, my secret garden is illuminated by the setting of the sun, and bespeckled here and there along the concrete pathway through the day. Tis become a place resplendent in cool breezes that swirl through on a hot August day, and over the last few months it has become almost a sacred space, atleast for me. I’ve still things … Continue reading Bringing Light To The Shade
When the first light of sun — Bless you. When the long day is done — Bless you. In your smiles and your tears — Bless you. Through each day of your years — Bless you. from Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.” ― William Goldman, The Princess Bride “For you little gardener and lover of trees, I have only a small gift. Here is set G for Galadriel, but it may stand for garden in your tongue. In this box there is earth from my orchard, and such blessing as Galadriel has still to bestow … Continue reading How Does My Garden Grow?
Tis the time, the first harvest, when many European Peoples would have celebrated the first fruits of their labour. Some traditions have celebrations centred around walking up hills, and others of grain and bread. Perhaps in truth, over time humans of Northern and Western Europe have just perhaps found ways to gather, and break bread as a community, as the last days of summer begin … Continue reading The Wheel of the Year – Lughnasadh
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