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
~through the window~
good morning dear bloggers
thank you for your continued good wishes
i am out of bed today, wrapped in my big wool shawl, sitting at my desk in the bedroom looking out at the garden.
the sun is shining and white clouds are scudding
across the sky and the wind blowing the tree's.
its been a strange winter, not many days of cold or frost, no snow or ice down here the way we had last year when we were stranded in our village for about a week.
we have had some things flowering in our garden the whole winter, in fact it feels as if we have had an extended autumn and now we have Oimelc~La Fheile Bride upon us...but i shall talk about this another day.
right now i am going to wrap my shawl tighter around me and go and put food out for my wild bird family...
have a good day where ever you are
~*~*~*~*~
thought you might enjoy these words...
Io Isabella danzando ne prati
I Isabella dancing
Verdi della primavera
on the spring meadows
Girando e girando, cascando e cascando
Turning and turning, falling and falling
Nel mondo delle elfi sognando
Into the world of the elves dreaming
Mi prendono la mano, mi portano lontano
They take my hand and they take me far away
Mi prendono la mano, mi portano lontano
They take my hand and they take me far away
you can hear it here
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read: The Desperate Romantics
taste: Bran and almonds
see: Sunshine in the garden
hear: The Visit~Loreena McKennitt
smell: Tara Healing Incense
touch: Wool shawl
think: To sit in garden
feel: A need to go to Glastonbury
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
4 comments:
So glad that you are feeling better and are up and about again. Don't try and do too much too soon though:)
Hi Laoi,Im pleased you are feeling better and up and about again.We have had very few frosty mornings here,I just said to my daughter this morning after all the snow we had for the last 2yrs it doesnt seem right not having any this year,suppose there is time yet tho.Love Jill xx
So happy that you're feeling perkier now! *H*
You're so right, Oimelc draws near . . . I still feel slightly out of snyc as we've not had any real winter, as much as I dislike truly cold weather, I need my seasons! lol
we have had a weird summer here.. rainy, misty, cold.. with a day here and there thrown in of hot, hot, hot! bulbs are starting to pop their heads up thinking spring is coming.. very odd indeed
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