It is Imbolc again. I had hoped to have things to say about gods and madness and poetry and change, but all the music I seem to have these days is in my hands. Which is fine with me. I am very glad to have that back, after so long away. And music, too, was sacred to Brighid, whose day it is: to the Irish, She was the patron of the filidh, who were
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It's interesting. Since I learned to knit, sometimes I feel like knitting, and sometimes I feel like writing. I rarely feel like both, and to be honest, I've been writing a lot less since I started knitting.
I'm still trying to just go with the process. I do believe that it all comes from the same place and is going to the same place, so a little variety in the means of transport can be a good thing...
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Forgive me for being such a geeky fanboi, but I just find your work amazing.
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