Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Monday, June 22, 2009
Turning of the circle of the world.
New moon and solstice. Powerful. Catclaw silver in the sky. Curlew call into the moth dancing darkness. Honeysuckle, rose and mouse scent in the garden. Night time starlight bliss. Midsummer.
Very, very strong and powerful - it is also powerful to know that so many of us see this from so many distant places in the world and are joined by the contemplation of it.
When first we started there were four of us, all ginger, and Max. Time has passed. The ginger pride are ghost cats, appart from Elmo. Now the house holds Max, oldest, tabby farm cat, dark, usually found sleeping on a cushion, Elmo, last of the Gingers, beautiful handsome and wonderful who still walks to the high hill top. And now there is Baggage and Bundle, silver mischief in sharp clawed kitten form. The adventures continue.
2 comments:
The poem reminds me some Old Irish one... beautiful!
Very, very strong and powerful - it is also powerful to know that so many of us see this from so many distant places in the world and are joined by the contemplation of it.
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