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Sitting on the ancient rocks….
“dancing scarf” blowing freely…
moved by the winds of the Irish spirits,
spirits flowing gracefully,
a dance of wind and spirit
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Island of Inisheer,
Aran Islands, Ireland
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……..Moved by the winds of……
Celtic spirituality….
legends, myths and mysteries
The spirit of the Irish people…
robust kindness, warmth, depth, hospitality
The history….
millions of joys, millions of sorrows, millions of loving hearts
Tenderly beautiful nature….
trees, grasses, rocks, hills, valleys, waters, spirits…
….Moving and inspiring….
the tender hearts and spirits of those who pause here
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Perhaps, I heard the wind whisper tenderly in my ear…
“Dia dhuit, Kathy….
Conas ata tu?”
And I responded softly, with gentle whispers…
“Dia’s Muire dhuit,
Ta me go hiontach….
Go raibh maith agat, dear wind and spirits…
go raibh maith agat…”
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I love the photos. Especially the last.
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Isn’t that a huge expanse of beauty? And no one in sight, other than that little, tiny blip… “me”…way down by the water. What a stunningly beautiful spot it was! (visitors had to ride bikes, (us), walk or take a horse or tractor pulled wagon to get around the island…on teeny-tiny little dirt roads… so it was very peaceful there….residents had cars, but just in the tiny little central town)
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The photo is gorgeous. I can almost feel the wind and the spirit of the Irish.
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Wasn’t that a beautiful spot? perfect place for a “dancing” scarf!….the wind and the spirit were so amazing…
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Dia dhuit my friend, I was grabbed by your title for two reasons. One is my mother’s family Mom & Dad) immigrated to firs Canada and the USA. I was raised with very strong Celtic customs.& traditions, Secondly I love the expression “Moved By The Wind” because it is so descriptive.( I ironically have a post in my drafts right now titled “Shaped By The Wind” )
Your poem is stunning Kathy it very much lends to the spirit of the land and the people of Ireland. And the nature of being Irish. I so loved this post. Thank you for such a beauty. ~
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Dia ‘s Muire dhuit, BB
Thank you…I’m happy you received what I was trying to express.
What a lovely heritage your family passed along to you! My father’s family also immigrated from Ireland to Canada, and then moved south to the woods and forests of New Hampshire, where I grew up.
And….”shaped by the wind”….what a wonderful image that offers…. I’ll look forward to reading that post some day… (how funny..I just thought of this…the post is in your “drafts”= little bitty bits of developing wind… and so, it’s in your drafts right now…just waiting to be shaped by wind…)
btw..did you see the post about the sacred well, cave and spring, in The Burren, in Ireland? a few days ago… https://pocketperspectives.wordpress.com/2013/07/30/a-lovely-little-sacred-irish-cave-healing-spring-and-well-from-600-a-d-in-the-burren/
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Thank you so much for guiding me to your post. This is beautiful on so many levels… the dancing scarf taken by the wind, and it’s shadow. The words and the progression of the expression. And the final image as a finale and an invitation to join you. such a joy!
(where in NH did you grow up? I lived in Franconia and Bethlehem in the White Mts for my childhood)
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Oh my goodness…I grew up in Lincoln, NH … And….I’m just revising some pages for a song that I love…”River Take Me Along” by a singer/songwriter named Bill Staines, who, I think, is also from NH. Today, I seem to be longing for the beautiful (!!!) Pemigewasset River, above Lincoln. (I think the thoughts of your ranch in McCall set that “longing” off) I’m just creating a new post this very minute…with a background photo of the Pemi River that I love so dearly… ( I have taken my whimsical green “dancing scarf” to, and into, that river many times, much to the amusement of my husband and daughter! ) Did you ski at Cannon Mt, by chance? I spent every weekend day of winter there when I was young. (now I live in the Berkeley Ca area) What a delight to see your playful and delightful posts… (Here’s some playfulness…in the 4th post of this “dancing butterfly” post, there’s a photo of me dancing with my scarf, in our kitchen… https://pocketperspectives.com/2012/12/05/butterflies-abound-being-transforming-emerging-becoming/ And since you seem to like playfulness and whimsey too…here you go…more whimsy… 😀 https://pocketperspectives.com/2012/12/02/surprising-ourselves-mystery-school-bevie-and-bo-away-we-go/ ) Are you familiar with the Tuatha Danann of Ireland? …I learned a few of the stories and legends when in Ireland last summer…they SURE sounded kindred….magical, playful and more… http://www.pantheon.org/articles/t/tuatha_de_danann.html
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Awesome! Small digital world isn’t it… 😉 Yes I skied at Canon Mt. That’s where I learned to ski and I’m afraid I hated it… I was always so cold and wet! I enjoyed it more when we moved to Colorado, the weather was so much different and skiiing better. My Dad was a ski area designer and he worked on both Loon Mt and Waterville Valley if you ever skiied them. I will check out your links a little later… dinner calls!
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