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
~tales from the sick bed~
i have been poorly, very poorly as you know.
yesterday i felt fine although swampy told me to stay in bed for the day.
so i was quite optimistic this morning~i got up even though i felt a bit snuffly and feeble.
well within a few hours i find myself back in bed wrapped in my blankets, feeling as if i have taken the proverbial one step forward two (maybe three) steps back.
*sigh*
i have done a few bits during the 'okay' moments as my needle felting supplies arrived....
this is actually a little shallow bowl...
~*~*~*~
my OU studies are officially on hold now until...whenever
i have to say, despite the cold getting me down, i feel totally liberated, and i am still giving thanks to you all for freely giving your wisdom and support over this.
well swampy is just about to bring me some soup
so more from me another day
~*~*~*~
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
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
6 comments:
I love that mushroom/toadstool!
Ha! Swampy knows best and you, m'dear must learn to listen better. lol
Take care, sending healing thoughts this evening.....
*H*
Hi,love your little toadstool its like a fairy ring one,hope you are better soon ,was ya soup nice.Love Jill xx
They are sooo sweet! Hope you feel better soon.
I know how you must feel, how many times to we kid ourselves we are better and end up crawling back to bed? At least you have someone to bring you soup!
Love the needle felting, esp the toadstool.
Healing vibes being sent.
Sandie xx
hope you are feeling much better -
and good to hear about your studies.. just enjoy life, doing what you love.. neither of us need a Uni degree.
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