Beltane and the Poet

Beltane or May Day is an ancient tradition, the end of winter  and the day Persephone emerges from Hades’ or Pluto’s dark underworld  to bring colour and joy back to the earth. Through the centuries people lit huge bonfires on the evening of April 30th and danced, and sang, and told stories.  The festivities continue…

Dear Friends

What strange times we are living these days.  I’ve been very preoccupied lately –  but this too shall pass! I hope and pray you are all doing well and this post  finds you healthy and not too stressed financially, spiritually and emotionally.  I’ve also heard from friends and relatives overseas and I know Italy has…

Scandinavian Scotland…..

and Ireland too   During this inclement west coast weather, I have had time to rifle through the time traveler’s rucksack so I hope you will enjoy Scotland revisited! Ossian – the lament of Rory Dal’s sister Many people do not know that the Hebrides, along with The Orkneys in Scotland belonged to Norway for…

A Winter’s breath

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep– Robert Frost-“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” Winter on our side of the mountain homeward past corridors of light and ancient guardians out back the lights twinkle…

Tales for Yuletide

it was my dream ever since I posted previously about Hans Christian Anderson’s Little Match Girl, to try to bring that poignant and classic tale to life in a video story form…….

Still…..

-here!! -waters run deep? -complaining! crazy after all these years! -or else a state of inertia  😦 I’ll spare you the boring details of that light at the end of the tunnel being an oncoming train. However, I don’t need therapy I just need to go to Ireland, and Scotland will do nicely as well….

” The Stolen Child” Exhibit at Itakos

We all need a touch of magic!  So I’d like to share with my readers a video presentation of my photography and participation on the Stolen Child exhibit at Itakos Gallery  by Akim Alonzo and CybeleMoon.   I had a lot of fun putting this together (with my very rudimentary program- Wondershare). read the short story…

A Fleeing Summer Dream

In case you didn’t know, it’s always, late summer and late afternoon in Fairyland. I can’t believe that in my own dimension of space we’ve already slipped into September. Our summer has been on the cool side but still, I emerged, cautiously, like a cave bear into the sunlight. I finally wrote a little tale…

The Stolen Child (a story)

also called A Summer’s End -a short story: Megan looked over the last  of the Black -eyed Susans glowing in the morning sun. It was time to lock up the summer cottage forever, she thought.  Something happened yesterday that had confirmed all her old fears and misgivings about the place. Some years before she had…

Not always here and never all there

    I wonder if I’m missed!! I’ve really fallen by the wayside in blogging. I admit to using Flickr on and off as it has been a lot easier to post and poof. Here I must be more thoughtful and with my previous bout with depression (SAD) plus, and then a painful sciatica in…

Dr. Chandra, Will I Dream?

 the wee ramble… “Dr Chandra, Will I dream?” is the haunting question, Hal, the computer asks in the face of impending doom in the sequel to A Space Odyssey..  “Yeesha, last night your mother had a dream…”  are the words that began an epic search for an ancient and mysterious civilization whose secrets were written into lost…

The Sacred pause

Springtime Blessings all. My thoughts are slowly thawing as daylight lingers longer, and morning footsteps awash in sun beams  lead back to the mossy hillside path. The snowdrops are joyfully singing in the dawn along with the songbirds while the trees stir in a barrage of loud whispers on our windswept hill. If I remain…

Tales of a Winter Sun

“I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord” A special Christmas Exhibit at the SL Paris Metro Gallery (Full  music and video below post) __________________________________________________________ There is a time in the hushed solitudes of falling winter, while the dreaming earth stirs softly beneath her frosted blanket, where for…