~ In a world that moves so quickly, I endeavor to offer a place to experience a brief respite, in your daily round. I welcome your comments, and appreciate your visit. ~ Mile buiochas!
~ Siochain De'agus Slainte'!
There are no spoken words, this night My thoughts are in a tangle
Another night of stirring the ashes
A new flame, yet to arise
I begin to recognise a new-found clarity One that I choose to befriend-
a daughter of the wind. Life presses down
Its complexity overwhelms me, I must go to the Quiet A place that is intrinsic to my knowing
I find the primitive, yet familiar language Passed on to me, from the olde ones Laying hold of me, with a firm grasp- a daughter of the wind.
I continue to contemplate the ashes
I stir them with absolute and trusted force
Knowing a flame will burst forth;
Brilliant in its Hope and Direction The Way requires a concentrated focus
I clear the stones, strewn onto the Path- a daughter of the wind.
At times, I stumble and grow weary The roots of the past exercise unyielding power Their grip is tenacious; I continue onward In movement, I find a rhythm that frees me From the confines of the past It is as it ought to be- a daughter of the wind.
Then I see You, walking on the road Your smile is welcoming, your eyes incredibly wise You are the One, returning I want to know how you made the Journey What are the Lessons you carry closest to your Heart? A Voice echoes; down through the corridors of the ages- a daughter of the wind.
I sense you know the Way You have made the Journey, returning stronger Life requires that we face our fears; the unknowing The Torch is passed on: one generation to the next Your steps were not without pain; the exacted price of Glory- I meet my Mother; a daughter of the wind.
Over and over, we are broken on the shore of Life. Our stubborn egos are knocked around, and our frightened Hearts are broken open- not once, and not in predictable patterns, but in surprising ways and for as long as we live. The Promise of being broken and the possibility of being opened are written into the contract of human Life. Certainly, this tumultuous Journey on the Waves can be tiresome. When the Sea is rough, and when we are suffering, we may want to give up Hope and give in to despair. But brave Pilgrims have gone before us. They tell us to venture forth with Faith and Vision.
May you listen to the Voice within the beat even when you are tired. When you feel yourself breaking down, may you break open, instead. May every experience in Life be a door that opens your Heart, expands your understanding, and leads you to Freedom. If you are weary, may you be aroused by Passion and Purpose. If you are blameful and bitter, may you be sweetened by Hope and Humour. If you are frightened, may you be Emboldened by a big Consciousness far Wiser than your fear. If you are lonely, may you find Love, may you find Friendship. If you are lost, may you understand that we all are lost, and still we are guided- by Strange Angels and Sleeping Giants, by our better and kinder Natures, by the vibrant Voice within the beat. May you follow that Voice, for This is the Way- the Hero's Journey, the Life worth Living, the reason we are here.
The Harvest Moon blesses their union with her lantern
The stars join in the Autumnal Celebration
ASeason that is authored by the Great God
A time that is meant for the weary Heart
The loyal and transparent Heart- One that is true.
The Sky is open and incredibly vast on the Plains
There is seemingly no beginning and no end
The Horizon has no boundaries
Freedom is part and parcel of this Land
A simple understanding remains; a resolve to respect That which is ancient-
That which is true.
The Nights have become much cooler
The air heavy with scent and sound of Harvest
Crops await to be sheared by massive steel blades
Harvesting that which was born of seed, soil, sun and rain,
Nurtured by callused hands
Simple prayers, baptized in sweat-
Autumn is a time for work and reflection Before Dovetailing with the next season The Circle embraces a renewed wholeness Each Season projecting its unique personality Rooted in the Ancient, while welcoming the new The Past skillfully assimilates the Future- Trusted and True.
Here, we live by the cycles of each Season Close to the land and the open sky Revering the rivers and streams Knowing that rock, wildflower, and prairie grass Form a Plains Cathedral Beneath the Prairie Sky- Sacred and True.
The Harvest Moon, now, slowly waning Preparing the way for the Hunter's Moon Each Season, guided by Circular movement Her lantern, Blessing trail and traveler, alike Bringing forth a fruitful Harvest Always Dovetailing- The Heart That is True.