Needless to say… I love Aquilegias
..and into the clouds and the hills…
Have you ever seen
in your life
than the way the sun,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
as it warms you
as you stand there,
or have you too
turned from this world–
or have you too
…how it slides again…
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Nine woods in the Cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch in the fire goes
To represent what the Lady knows.
Oak in the forest towers with might,
In the fire it brings the God’s insight.
Rowan is a tree of power,
Causing life and magic to flower.
Willows at the waterside stand
Ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify
And to draw faerie to your eye.
Hazel – the tree of wisdom and learning
Adds its strength to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of Apple tree
That brings us fruits of fertility.
Grapes grow upon the vine
Giving us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen
To represent immortality seen.
Elder is the Lady’s tree
Burn it not or cursed you’ll be….
Often I come across previously unknown (by me) poets – – like in the case of Robinson Jeffers, discovered while listening to an interview to Joanna Macy.
To feel and speak the astonishing beauty of things—earth, stone and water,
Beast, man and woman, sun, moon and stars—
The blood-shot beauty of human nature, its thoughts, frenzies and passions,
And unhuman nature its towering reality—
For man’s half dream; man, you might say, is nature dreaming, but rock
And water and sky are constant—to feel
Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural
Beauty, is the sole business of poetry.
The rest’s diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas,
The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.
Everyone you see, you say to them,
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Otherwise, someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon
What every other eye in this world
is dying to
Note: If you have the original poem above in Persian (Farsi), please leave a note. Also, if you know who the English translator is of the above poem, please leave a note. Thanks.
If you are curious to know what mindfulness is, or already have a meditation practice but need that little help to get back on the cushion, two 4 week-long courses are starting soon in Skibbereen.
The course offers an introduction to mindfulness meditation practices, the opportunity to start to experience the benefits and integrate mindfulness into daily life.
4 classes of 1.5 hours, during which there will be guided meditation practices, short talks and a time for questions and sharing.
Tuesday mornings from 10.30 to 12 or Thursday night from 7 to 8.30
The course will take place in Lissard and will start on the 11 (morning) and 13th of November
€ 60, including course handouts and a cd with guided practices
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With a summer like the one we had this year no wonder I haven’t posted a single photo…
At the start of September I went for a 3 days walk around from Skibbereen to Adrigole: the weather was with me, I couldn’t have been more blessed, and here is the proof.
Day one: from Aghadown do Bantry
Day 2 from Bantry to Glengarriff – via N71, back roads and a bit on the Beara Way
Day 3 spent in Glengarriff, visiting Gairinish Island and the woods. Day 4 Glengarriff to Adrigole
Nice gateway – I like the stonework and the wooden sculptures:
Abandoned farmhouse; would be a great restauration project.
Bantry bay and town
Along the N71, Ballylickey:
Somewhere after Snave, on the Beara Way
From the highest point of the day – Beara Way
The pool tiles
Not a great picture but need to remember the brickwork…
These Dalhias are the largest I have ever seen:
And this is the last mile…
My destination was Passaddhi, not far from the last picture (and if you want to see photos of Passaddhi just click on the link above)