The Winter Solstice brings more wind, more rain.
A single bird sings with many voices in the Holly tree.
The song is vibrant, clear, urgent. I long to understand its message,
but all I can hear is joy, all I can see is the Holly Tree,
singing to the wind and rain.
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I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
Such a wonderfully subtle image Teri, for which many congratulations – charcoal on paper presumably?
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Oh thank you so much Hariod. It does look like charcoal, but it was in fact done with a soft art pencil and smudged, until the hint of a bird became visible and I thought it best to stop.
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A wonderful few moments with you here …you with the wind, the rain, the singing bird and the holly tree. Your drawing brings it all alive! A blessed solstice to you Teri…
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Thank you for being here with me Jana, and especially for your solstice blessing, returned in kind to you x
Sometimes, a few moments is all it takes to make the whole day sing.
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Reblogged this on Sacred Touches.
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This is lovely. I read it on Natalie’s blog, loved it, and just had to read it at the source. When I saw that you are in Ireland I could well understand this more, not because I have been there myself, but because my family roots are there, in Wyclow, where Michael Cashen. my great (many times over) grandfather, boarded an immigrant ship and came to America, thus establishing our family in this area. My sis visits every other year and brings our memories home to us.
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Thank you Angel, and welcomr to Ireland, it is in your blood.
Wicklow is a beautiful county and your Great, many times over, Grandfather must have been very brave when he boarded that immigrant ship, such stories he would have to tell.
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I wish I could have known Michael. I also wish I could visit Ireland, but the items my sis, Sylvia brings back for me, as well as the photos, are as close as I’ll get physically. I do feel drawn there, as Sylvie is drawn there each time she visits, and begins saving for her next trip. There’s just something about the place that is deep inside me and I can feel it calling. Some day, maybe.
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This lovely poem was on my friend, Natalie’s blog. This really touched my heart. I am named after a bird and often study things written about them. Thanks for this. ~ Robin
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Thank you Robin, It is always an honour to reach another’s heart with such few words and birds are such wonderful creatures, messengers perhaps. My brother thought they sang every morning to to help heal the world.
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Lovely words and image Teri. Wishing you all the best in the turning of the light and seasons.
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Thank you Chris, for your comment and expression – ‘the turning of the light and seasons’ – what a lovely way to think of this time of year.
Very best wishes to you too.
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So wish mankind could learn to sing that Song Teri.. Thank you for that reminder to keep that Song within our hearts despite what Nature throws at us..
Enjoy a beautiful Christmas.. Love Sue ❤
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Yes Sue, there is always a song. A beautiful and peaceful Christmas to you and yours and blessing for a happy new year xx love Teri
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Teri, Thank you for the joy and reverence that this post evokes. I appreciate the reminder that receiving the energy of someone or something–here, joy–can be the key; that listening with our hearts and souls is at least as important as “understanding” with our minds. Wishing you a lovely year that ignites your inspiration. xxo
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Dear Sirena, you warm my heart with your words, thank you. I might not always get around to commenting on all of your posts, but be assured that I always read and enjoy what you have to say (en-joy), and always finding inspiration from your incredible zest for life.
Happy New Year and many blessings to you and your wonderful new life on the marsh.
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Just dropping in to wish you a Happy New Year this first week in January.. Love and Blessings for the weekend.. Sue xxx
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Hello Sue, thank you for dropping by, I appreciate your kind thoughts.
Love and Blessings to you too xx
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You are welcome.. ❤ Hugs
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