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?

"Your problem is you are too busy holding on to your unworthiness." Ram Dass

The Majesty Oak of the Fredville Estate Park in Kent, England, believed to be 500-600 years old. Source: Champion Trees of Britain and Ireland http://www.telegraph.co.uk/gardening/plants/trees/8675208/Champion-trees-of-Britain-and-Ireland.html

We came then, the last children of Cerridwen,
daughters of Light and Darkness, and sons of Death.
We sought your presence on the wild hills of the North,
but in the loneliness, we found you not.
We sought your presence in the light of the East,
but in the mists of dawn, we discerned you not.
We sought your presence beneath the sun of the South,
but where shadows shrink, we could not see your face.
Then we sought your presence where the wind sleeps in the West,
but in the silence, we did not hear your voice.

Vivianne Crowley (1984)

upstairs is still pretty chaotic ...

~ view from my pillow, 7am, first morning in my cottage ... before the rain continued & hasn't stopped since...