The Peace. The Pain. The Love. We are so grateful for the Love.

 

Winter Solstice Beginning of Days- Galway, Ireland

 

Dark and wet this Solstice eve,

Reconnecting with ancient tree
In bogs and birds and basket weaves
It is grand ideas that I conceive.

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An ember sparks inside my heart
Feminine creation This is my art

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Ancestors born of this land
Their DNA is in my hands
Wool, willow, ancient oak
Alive in me, my Celtic folk


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A Spideog from the old world visits
A message she has, tell me what is it?
“The solstice sun entering in-

Will bring brightness rebirth, and new found passion

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It is in darkness that one is born,
surrender, let go, then open the door

Feet in the soil, rooted in land
Let the Love runneth over
I work with your hands”


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My heart pours out, this season of love-
Beginning of days
Winter I am born of-

Galway Girl- Full Moon Jig

 Full Moon, Galway jig

Holiday market, Mistletoe sprig

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Wet bog hunting, For ancient oak

Spoons and knives, To be carved bespoke

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Finding Castles, In the countryside

Ruby and Mom, Climbing inside
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Cemeteries, Overlooking the sea

Moss grows thick, Heidi’s jubilee
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My ancestors home, The Emerald Isle

Oh yes, yes yes-  I could stay here a while

Ireland, I am coming home

 

New perspectives.
Looking out my airplane window at the vast world.

I see my home, my town, nearby cities and lakes pass by-
And I realize again, I am but a drop in the sea of humanity.
My troubles are but tiny concerns in this vast world.

I take a deep breath.

Ireland, I am coming home.