as the trees shapeshift and there is more dark hours to dine on the candle's light i turn to irish and scotish poets...this morning some silly weeping over robert burns...if you have never read "to a mouse" it is worth the time...such a sweet wee poem...one of my favorites...it is where the line "the best laid schemes of mice and men" comes from...
i am definitely wading through tender-hearted times lately...i feel as if i am breathing in the air of ireland...if you have walked the land there you know what i mean...it isnt a sadness in the land but a suspension of time...the soul of the green hills speaks right into your heart...the etched rainbows in heavy clouds brings your eyes up to smile at god...a slant of light squeezing into a crack in a stone wall reminds you to shine even when you come up against hardship...the fast running wind through a valley reminds you to put out your arms and run/fly too...sheep inching along a cliff's edge tells you the risk is worth it...the raven crossing your path gives you pause to bless the life you have...and Death...the ever present companion walking with us as we walk through our days is silently counting down our allotted steps...
today i feel full of the sacred memories of walking in nature in different parts of the world...i feel humbled...i feel wild and green...just like ireland...
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