Winter woolen dress, steady snowfall; a blanket for Bríde, my warm heart.
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So, yes. It has been a riddle I've longed to crack, ever since I first learned of it: the Celtic orientation of night-as-beginning. I think I first heard it mentioned in 's 1987 made-for-tv series, The Celts. To many errors to count in that film, but the conundrum of starting my day at sunset, or at least orienting my mind to that paradigm,
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Yesterday I caught my first taste of autumn, as red leaves rolled under my bicycle tire and a chill in the evening air raised bumps on my bare arms.
The change always comes so quickly, doesn't it? One moment you're sure you're just going to die from the heat and intensity of the sun, and the next, everything *does* start dying...
...do you have your LJ published in book form each year- or ever? Do you like the result? And if you've got other blogs going, do you publish them (& have a publisher to recommend)? Thankya, p
Coming up on Bealtaine, and I'm convinced we must be descendants of fairies, for once again we are on the move, once again at the fairy-moving time of year. Once again boxes and piles of all our things surround me, once again with a fine coat of mold-spore dust upon them, once again which I must diligently wash off and pack away to once again
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