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Bare Feet
It’s easy to get trained
You see
By the horrid Winter freeze
To bundle up
And sneak outside
And hide from the elements
Then one sunny day in March
You wake up and hear the sound of
The garbage truck coming down your lane
And you are late again
You grab the box of recycling and race down the stairs
On to the porch
To the sidewalk
In the nick of time
And smile at the garbage man
As you turn around to head inside
Suddenly you realise
You’re outside in shirt sleeves
And standing on the sidewalk
In [...]
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Wordless Wednesday
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Musings About Life and the Land
I am a farm girl; I “get” the lambing season at Imbolg as I have spent many sleepless nights in the barn, praying to Brighid as I midwife livestock. I don’t need to be reminded of where my food comes from, I have grown it!
I don’t need a lesson to tell me how to experience the elements, I have lived in them, and I have worked in them. I have been up to my knees in frozen mud and in [...]
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Things I Understand
A Simple Life
By Kat Ballew
Cows grazing on the mountain side
horses running wild along the seaside
Birds singing as they journey past
and old men telling tales that are unsurpassed
Butterflies fluttering their wings in the breeze
And the sun doing everything to appease
This is the simple life of living
This is a day of thanksgiving
The tumbleweed rolls across the desert floor
The owl sings a song and is the nights decor
The fireflies flash their lights in harmony
And the crickets they do play for all a symphony
The [...]
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Oak and Holly
In the deepest and darkest slumber
When the world is plunged in cold and snow
The Earth rests gripped in the heart of Winter
Cloaked in ice and freezing winds that harshly blow
The King who wears the Holly crown
Sits high upon His icy throne
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We with one ear pressed to the frozen ground
Do hear the sounds of returning warmth
With creaks and groans the Goddess gives birth
To a Son of Oak and light and mirth
Just as the Sun begins its slow return
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As the Oak babe [...]
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Fragment
I don’t really have a Book of Shadows, rather I have several notebooks scattered around with bits of this and that. Terribly disorganized I know, but better suited to my personality. Maybe someday, when I am in my grey hairs, I will combine the best pieces. Do something pretty and scrapbook-ish perhaps. For now I will carry on with my many notebooks. Every now and then I find one I thought was lost and flip through it, delighted by the [...]
