where shall we get religion?

beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity

the midnight earth sends incence up, sweet with the breath of prayer

go out beneath the naked light and get religion there

sam walter foss



~inspired by blogger~



this post by boho mom

led me here


               and then here ....


and so inspired this post

here!


i sat here and read these posts and realised how much junk i carry around with me...

how much of a slave i have become to m.e/fibro.
i realise i need to fight it...well maybe not fight it but just not let it get the better of me quite so much. there are days when i really cannot do anything but go with its flow and wait for the worse of it to be over.

but i realise too that when i do have the okay moments i dont make the best of the opportunity of these moments are offering me.
the trouble being is that with these illnesses life becomes a whole round of making bargains with yourself...to do this then you must not do that in order to have the energy to do this...and of course there are the unknown variables, the things that really do come out of nowhere and stops you in your well intentioned tracks.

so while i cannot always fight it then i really must make more of an effort to make the best of the good moments and not waste them.


and what of all the rubbish in my head of past events i cannot change?

oh my there are a whole basket load of those dragging around with me...why on earth do we hold onto things in our past that are not good and happy.
i know its good to learn for the past but to keep it all stored up in the mind and dragging it out to mull over surely cannot be good and healthy.

why oh why do i still go over things that happened 5, 10, 20 years ago?

what is wrong with me?!

there are things i want to do, creatively, but i keep making excuses as to why i cannot...its time to stop doing that...stop making excuses and just do...create...

its not just that for me

its also about the re-discovery of the free spirit i feel i have lost.
oh sometimes its there, fizzing and bubbling away like crazy, like when we are in glastonbury or avebury and then after being at home for a while the excited fizzing just fades away.

well no more...i want my spirit to fizz and bubble away all of the time


yes pixie i know exactly what you mean!

so this yule is the time to finally put all the junk aside, to release all the negativity and focus on the future, the positives.

its time to stop stagnating

are you going to join us?



1 comments:

jill said...

When I was sat up during the night 3nights ago,as I often do when I cannot sleep,I was thinking along these lines myself.I must have round about 20yrs of things stored that never do me any good what so ever that I just wish could be erased from my memory,but the only person that can do that is me.We all must start next year doing this and get on with all the lovely things that nature gives us.yes Laoi I am with you.Hope you have a wonderful pain free winter time.Love Jill xxx

Song of Amergin


I am a stag of seven tines,

I am a flood across a plain,

I am a wind on a deep lake,

I am a tear the sun lets fall,

I am a hawk above the cliff,

I am a thorn beneath the nail,

I am a wonder among flowers,

I am a wizard: who but I

sets the cool head aflame with smoke?

I am a spear that roars for blood,

I am a salmon in a pool,

I am a lure from paradise,

I am a hill where poets walk,

I am a boar, ruthless and red,

I am a breaker threatening doom,

I am a tide that drags to death,

I am an infant: who but I

peeps from the unhewn dolmen arch?

I am the womb of every holt,

I am the blaze on every hill,

I am the queen of every hive,

I am the shield for every head,

I am the tomb of every hope.
All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle


Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France



The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me.

The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.

The strength of the fire,the taste of salmon,the trail of the sun,and the life that never goes away,they speak to me.

And my heart soars."


Chief Dan George