Lughnasadh

"As with every long journey the starting out is hard, but it is eased as we acknowledge the turning tide and adjust to its flow. As we stride forward, it is eased still further, though strangely so til we stop, now and then, to listen more closely... There is music and laughter drifting through the trees in the heat and stillness of the early afternoon, and then across our path sometimes there passes a wild free soul, with dancing eyes, who shares with us some weird old tale, or throws us a riddle like a shining fresh apple, or skips with a rhyme that makes us spin. At times the music is so enchantingly sad our path starts to blur in the mist of our tears. At times it gives us a rhythm so fast we can barely walk for dancing..." (ref: Restall Orr 1998)

The shift begins again

which way?

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

(Robert Frost, Mountain Interval, 1916)

doubt

"We have extraordinary experiences and, less than two hours later, we're trying to convince oursleves that it was the mere product of imagination."
(ref: Brida, Coelho)

into the night

They all crept down stairs and out into the dark, silent garden. An owl hooted nearby, and something ran down the garden path. Beth nearly squealed.

"Ssh! It's only a mouse or something,' said Joe. "I'll switch on my light now. Keep close together and we'll see where we're going."

In a bunch they went down the back garden and out into the little lane there. The Enchanted Wood loomed up big and dark. The trees spoke to one another softly.

"Wisha-wisha-wisha,' they said. "Wisha-wisha-wisha!"

The children jumped over the ditch and walked through the wood, down the paths they knew so well. The wood was full of fairy-folk going about their business. They took no notice of the children. Joe soon switched off his light. Lanterns shone everywhere and gave enough light to see by.

They soon came to the great dark trunk of the Faraway Tree.

(ref: The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton

health

"It can be unpleasant to realise how tense or self-defending we are, how broken, blurred or scarred...

The awareness of how we protect our intimate space sheds light on a great deal, and we can follow through with shifting attitudes and clear intent...

The nemeton that is healthy shimmers with life in all the colours of our truth and experience. It is utterly flexible, a magical bubble."

(ref: Restall Orr)

2010

2010

tyr berkana ingwaz