I Follow the Gypsy Fairy Queen

I am back again!  Here are a few quiet moments from my world on the mountainside and elsewhere  as time propels us forward into the unknown. This last year has been very hard. My partner was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma on top of everything else he has endured over the last two years (knee surgeries…

Anastasia- there was a time

The Romanovs celebrated New Years quietly but a festive table was always set for visitors.  During this last difficult year of solitudes, sadness and stress  I can say on a positive note  I’ve been reading more  including histories and biographies.  I read the reminiscences of the daughter of the great Welsh poet, and discovered the …

A very merry Christmas

   —as best we can!! It’s been a challenging and for some a tragic year. It was a hard year for my family and yet Jupiter is about to align with Saturn in a great conjunction of light. I hope this will be a good omen for the New year!! I hope I will be…

Scáthach and CùChulainn

Needing a break from the stresses of our modern life that have kept me away from posting,  I came across a heroic tale recently mentioned by Alexander Irvine, a photographer from the Hebrides, on Facebook. It was another* old story from an island close to my Scots and Irish heart- the Isle of Skye, so…

Summer, Space, and the Lost Airmen

dedicated to the memory of RCAF Pilot and instructor Vic R  (27) and the crew of the Beechcraft C-45 that went down on Whidby Island.  Vic’s widow passed  in 2014 at 98 years old. Some of her ashes have been interred with  his, her first love and their infant son who also died too soon….

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…..

Viking Roots Around the 9th Century AD, Norse seafarers found their way to Scotland  before continuing further south to what is presently Dublin, Ireland. On the Isle of Skye, names such as Skeabost and Carbost refer to the Viking farms that were once there.  The Skeabost Hotel has great meals and accommodation for travelers. There…

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 -Tribute to Ireland

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 dedicated to Yeats and Ireland)

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…