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How wonderful that you were able to give yourself permission to experience it just as it was..and to glory in it
One of those days...
I had one of 'those' days yesterday. There had been 5, maybe 6 storms throughout the day, rolling in from the west and south and moving ever so slowly east. Such a grey day it should have been cold but not so.
Most of the day I stayed indoors because of the rain but twice I just couldn’t stop myself and ran into the courtyard laughing, skipping(!!) and dancing(!). It was as if I had suddenly burst with happiness or energy and couldn’t contain myself. Each time I ended my frolic under my lady yew tree whereupon I swear she kissed me and then – also laughed. I jest you not!
I felt 5 years old.
Have you ever heard thunder sing like a blackbird? I have. Yesterday. It sang on 3 separate occasions for over 45 minutes each time.
And while it sang it danced - the most beautiful love-song-dance I’ve ever heard the heavens ring. Something has happened. Something wonderful has happened.
And when it was over I walked back to the house, still smiling and thinking nothing yet feeling happy. I was aware of little raindrops falling from trees and shrubs, how instantly lush everything seemed to be and just before I reached the house a red rose, lying off to my left, beckoned.
So I walked over to it and looked, stared, touched, walked around it, stared some more and then the crowning glory of the day…I was invited to inhale its beauty, and gratefully obliged.
I've been smelling it ever since.
Land, Ho!
(Ellan Vannin)
"It’s clad in purple mist, my land,
In regal robe it is apparellčd,
A crown is set upon its head,
And on its breast a golden band—
Land, ho! land. "
TE Brown
Bards
""O Hear the voice of the Bard
Who present, past and future sees,
Whose ears have heard the holy Word,
That walked among the ancient trees..."
William Blake
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"Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.”Rabindranath Tagore
How wonderful that you were able to give yourself permission to experience it just as it was..and to glory in it
"The deepest reality you are aware of is the one from which you draw your power."
~D. Chopra
There is nothing like a good storm.. and the French do them beautifully
"Ah, Love, Could thou and I conspire, To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Would we not shatter it to bits, And then rebuild it nearer to the hearts desire?"
Omar Khyyaam of Naishapur
LOL are we talking about the thunder and lightning kind of storm or the oh so French
emotional storms?..
"The deepest reality you are aware of is the one from which you draw your power."
~D. Chopra
I spent a decade in France and loved the nightly thunderstorms over Vichy. Being in a volcanic basin, we had the most wonderful displays, with torrents when it rained.
"Ah, Love, Could thou and I conspire, To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Would we not shatter it to bits, And then rebuild it nearer to the hearts desire?"
Omar Khyyaam of Naishapur
Being born and raised in the province of Quebec, I have experienced both kinds as
well
"The deepest reality you are aware of is the one from which you draw your power."
~D. Chopra
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