Third on the Twenty-third...

Hiya, Maw...



Slainte.

C.

To Be So Needed...

Um... did We Leave Off??!

So Very Rude Of Me...



Slainte, Folk.

By the way this is still the night of the twevlth. I's still pre-posting.

It's still WAY too much fun...

So, I reserve the right-- in fact it'll likely prove near my duty-- to edit. You know-- add a photo or three the post-preposting won't be able to account for-- no matter how Pagan-Prescient I prove! HAR!!!

All that, and we still have more Burton a'comin' I hope!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Having Fun...

And Pre-Posting! HA!

As I type this, having freshly imported from youtube some filmgod clips,
it is a week or approximate before you'll ever read it.

Now, with trips past, I've jinxed self and round by stating in advance where I'll be.

See how I beat it this time?!!

No, seriously, folk... I think Burton is a GENIUS. I absolutely adore Nightmare [and that dark-haired goddess played opposite Depp in Scissorhands-- but that's another blogerfodder...].


And really... when you read this, I hope to be somewhere much nearer my mom, sister, and nieces.

And Flower...

And I sincerely hope everyone is having a wonderful season, and I hope that I am, too! HA!


I mean... REALLY...

;D

And I will be, Volk...

And so will you..

Merry Season, People...

Slainte!

Cygnus

Roots

For the longest time, I have known-- have felt-- it time to recontinue with good, "structured" spiritual practice, exersize, and development. At the same time, I've sensed not the time nor space proper.



I'm going to start now.



The living space I am now-- as of the last two days (and for indefinite numbers of ones to come)-- sharing with another was already blessed, guarded, circled... you know... PROTECTED.



Yestereve I stood out -- in the dark, I think, but mighta been dusk-- in the yard. The yard I talked to at Samhain. The yard am now free to play, dig, plant and generally BE in...



I stood and gave thanks-- thanks to That Land Which Is Bigger, to the Mother. To Earth.



EATRH,



Hearth.



HOME.



I was welcomed home. No, read it right, Folk:



I was [am] Wecomed Home.



Down through the Motherenergy to her Daughter the Land Energy i were brought. And the CIRCLE revealed to me, for me. I could feel it, envision it. I know it now.



Because roots were set. I felt them. Down, and firm, and secure.



Winters with no leaf; summers with no fruit.



But ROOTS are there. RIGHT THERE IN THAT CIRCLE.



That HOME.



Slainte, Folks.



Cygnus

Everyone Ready... For THISTLE?

For Thistle and Seamroc?

In t-minus25 and counting down...!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Born To Play...

And THIS, Folks, Is What I'm Talking About!!!


Freedom.
Boundaries non-existent, save for the razor's edge 'twixt life and Over There.
And the perspicacity and physical prowess, nae matter number summers alive, to be the one who says "[They] exist here, for me. 'Till I move them, sure..."

And the gut to MEAN IT.

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus

Still Learning With The C-813...

So, Anyone seen a Red Sky At Night???





Hmn...

Me neither...

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus