My new love. She'll be with me soon, and we'll never be parted. When she is home, she will be given her name.

On my way Home

Far have I come from her spite,
Worlds away from his oppressions,
Through the spaces of psyche
I have reached within, yearning,
Followed myself far to the inner lands of knowing.
I have peeled and torn away dead layers of unbelief,
Digging down through mire studded with gold.
 I've scattered my rainbows like seeds,
Watered them in with tears,
Pressed down the soil with supple fingers,
Stood back on my own two feet
And gazed upon my work, fully present, glowing with warmth and hope...

Irish Wildflowers

Fantastic resource!

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18 days 4 hours 30 minutes until lift off ... & G-forces will carry me aloft, over seas, deserts, mountains, back to the beauteous isle ~ 

- sea fog lapping at Ben Bulben ~

In the Spring a bunny came down the road.

sHe was going to find a home of his her own.

A home for a bunny,

A home of his her own,

Under a rock,

Under a stone,

Under a log,

Or under the ground.

Where would a bunny find a home?