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Friday, April 29, 2016

"Irish Fable"

~ "Throw your  Heart over the Wall,
then Follow It!"

              Some time ago I read an Irish fairy story which told  how a mortal, on a fairy steed, went hunting with the fairies.  He had the choice of whether the fairy horse should become large enough to carry a man-sized man or be small enough to ride the horse as it was.
              He chose to become fairy-size and, after the magic was worked, rode gayly with the fairy king until he came to a wall so high he feared his tiny horse could not carry him over; but the fairy king said to him,
"Throw your Heart over the Wall, then Follow it!" So he rode fearlessly at the wall, with his Heart already bravely past it, and went safely over.
              I have forgotten most of the story and do not remember the name of the author, though I wish I did; but often I think of the fairy's advice.  Anyone who has ridden horses much understands how the Heart of the rider going over fairly lifts the horse up and across an obstacle.  And I have been told, by good drivers, that it holds true in taking a vehicle up a difficult hill.
              But the uplift of a Fearless Heart will help us over other sorts of barriers.  In any undertaking, to Falter at a crisis means Defeat.  No one ever Overcomes difficulties by going at them in a hesitant, doubtful  way.
              If we would win Success in anything, when we come to a wall that bars our way, we must throw our Hearts over and then follow Confidently.  It is fairy advice, you know, and savors of magic, so following it we will ride with the fairies of good Fortune and go Safely over.


~ Laura Ingalls Wilder
( November of "1922")



~ Beannaichte'
29 April, 2016


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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

"Shelter"

It
is in the
Shelter
of
Each Other,
that
People
Live.


~ Olde Irish Proverb

~Beannaichte'
26 April, 2016

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Monday, April 18, 2016

"Whether"


And Ruth said.
Urge me not to leave you
 or to turn back from following you;
for where you go
I will go,
and where you lodge
I will lodge.
Your people shall be my people
and your
God my God.
Where you die I will die,
and there I will be buried.
The Lord
do so to me,
and more also.
I
anything 
but death parts me 
from
You.

~Ruth I: 16-17

~Beannaichte'
 18 April, 2016

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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

"Crystal Tears"

     As I walk into the office, she is the first person, I notice. She has a very definite presence. Her shoulder-length red hair is pretty, as always.~ Though we are not personal friends, I consider her a trusted acquaintance.

    Today, we are each thinking about a friend, who died two years, ago. I mention his name, and her eyes fill with tears.

   It is odd, but I do not cry. I feel strangely numb, from all of the previous losses, in the past two years. Some that are still in process, leaving me in a state of limbo. I feel like I am walking in ankle-deep sand. Each day I go about things, but I move slowly. I long for the days, when even death did not slow my pace.

   I continue to listen to the pretty red-haired lady. She is in so much pain.~ Why am I just standing there?  Finally, her tears jar me loose, from my frozen position. I understand so much of what she is feeling. I really do!

    I move slowly, around her desk. We each speak a few words.~ Again, it is her tears, and the incredible sadness in her crystal blue eyes, that touch me, at a Soul level .  I put my arms around her.  I am much taller. Yet, she returns my hug, as she  pushes herself upward on her tiptoes. We hold on to each other, tightly,  as to  not be pulled under, by the relentless current of grief. Then, we each step back, as she thanks me for the hug. I thank her, too.

   The tears in her eyes, are still evident, reminding me of tiny shards of blue crystal , in the office lighting.~ Beautiful, yet, incredibly painful .

    We say goodbye, as I turn to walk away.

     I think to myself...it is better that she can cry.~ My tears will  remain frozen...until it is `safe' for me to cry, again...

                                                                                                            ~Beannaichte'
                                                                                                                             Alicia O'Hara c.
                                                                                                                                     13 November, 2011
                                               ~ Posted on 5 April, 2016
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