A Beltane fire to make you warm,
Protect you well and keep from harm;
A pinch of seed for you to sow
That you will with the flowers grow;
Adorned with blooms and ribbons bright,
I bless you on this Beltane night.
Blessings
x
The Cailleach writes...........
Thursday 1 May 2014
Saturday 15 February 2014
Untamed
Know this now...know it well.
I will not be tamed.
Neither by circumstance,
Nor by you.
Know me now, in this form....
I will not be tamed
And you...
You never should have been.
So here is what I propose ~
Do not attempt to tame me
And I will retrain you on who you are.
In this way of mutual honor
We can coexist,
As Love guides us both...
The long-tamed you,
And untameable me.
Namasté Kathleen
I will not be tamed.
Neither by circumstance,
Nor by you.
Know me now, in this form....
I will not be tamed
And you...
You never should have been.
So here is what I propose ~
Do not attempt to tame me
And I will retrain you on who you are.
In this way of mutual honor
We can coexist,
As Love guides us both...
The long-tamed you,
And untameable me.
Namasté Kathleen
This is not one of mine, but it's important to me that it is saved for me, so have put it in here. I hope it speaks to you a it speaks to me. x
Wednesday 22 January 2014
You're so vain
A parody :)
You logged on to your Facebook page
Like you were logging on to your life;
Your glass was full, your brain on hold,
You were ready for angst and strife..........
You had one eye on your messages
As you watched your newsfeed roll,
And all your 'friends' said that they would all love you,
Like all your photos, and
You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you
You're so vain!
I'll bet you think this post is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You saw the pics of the dinners and kilts,
The kitties and old ones of me,
Then you found the meme I posted up on my wall,
And took it personalleeeeee......................
Your eyes they rolled and you swore a bit
As the likes they grew and grew......................
You made a face, with some rather choice language,
Rather choice language, and
You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you
You're so vain!
I'll bet you think this post is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Well I hear you're mighty pissed off at me,
It would come to a bitter end;
You were running me down to all your mates,
Were going to hit 'unfriend'!
Now you're where you should be all the time,
And that's nowhere on my list...............
So I hit the zap and sent you off through the ether,
Off through the ether, and
You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you
You're so vain!
I'll bet you think this post is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You logged on to your Facebook page
Like you were logging on to your life;
Your glass was full, your brain on hold,
You were ready for angst and strife..........
You had one eye on your messages
As you watched your newsfeed roll,
And all your 'friends' said that they would all love you,
Like all your photos, and
You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you
You're so vain!
I'll bet you think this post is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You saw the pics of the dinners and kilts,
The kitties and old ones of me,
Then you found the meme I posted up on my wall,
And took it personalleeeeee......................
Your eyes they rolled and you swore a bit
As the likes they grew and grew......................
You made a face, with some rather choice language,
Rather choice language, and
You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you
You're so vain!
I'll bet you think this post is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Well I hear you're mighty pissed off at me,
It would come to a bitter end;
You were running me down to all your mates,
Were going to hit 'unfriend'!
Now you're where you should be all the time,
And that's nowhere on my list...............
So I hit the zap and sent you off through the ether,
Off through the ether, and
You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you
You're so vain!
I'll bet you think this post is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Wednesday 25 December 2013
I will know your face
I will know your face
By the trace of my fingers
Finding your story in the lines,
The etchings of your sorrows
And the crinkles of your smiles.
I will find your love on your lips
And the passion of your soul in your eyes
A touch, a stroke,
That lingers to catch every untold word
Of your times past, times present and times yet to come
Your very self is at my fingertips
For me to find and hold in my heart.
By the trace of my fingers
Finding your story in the lines,
The etchings of your sorrows
And the crinkles of your smiles.
I will find your love on your lips
And the passion of your soul in your eyes
A touch, a stroke,
That lingers to catch every untold word
Of your times past, times present and times yet to come
Your very self is at my fingertips
For me to find and hold in my heart.
Friday 20 December 2013
Blessing on the winter Solstice
May winter see you safe and warm,
With fire and food and love;
With friendships, family, those held dear
And light from up above.
A happy heart, a peaceful mind,
A conscience clear and true,
Many years of smiles and joy -
My solstice wish for you.
Blessings
xx
With fire and food and love;
With friendships, family, those held dear
And light from up above.
A happy heart, a peaceful mind,
A conscience clear and true,
Many years of smiles and joy -
My solstice wish for you.
Blessings
xx
Sunday 15 December 2013
Wee fat fairy
I am a wee fat fairy, I have a wee fat wand,
I have a fairy dress (and wings)
Of which I'm rather fond.
It's made of lace and ribbons
And gathered into pleats;
It's got pink bows and furbelows
And goes right to my feets.
My crown is made of silver,
My hair's a shade of gold,
My face is young and childish
Although I'm very old.
I'm brought out each December
And tied upon a tree
In all my grace and finery,
Up there for all to see.
I guard the chocolate pennies,
The candles and the treats,
The little lantern candles,
The crackers and the sweets.
I have a secret boyfriend,
He's on the branch below,
He's a soldier with a rifle,
For fighting every foe.
His uniform is smart and red
His paint work is still good,
He really is my heart's desire,
Although he's made of wood.
The lamps are lit, the tinsel glows,
Ad Christmas Eve is here;
There's smiles on all the faces
All good will and cheer.
I love the carol singing
And all the happy banter,
The mistletoe and holly wreaths -
I've even cuddled Santa!
I love the crappy Christmas jokes,
The mince pies and the pud,
The fathers feigning soberness,
The children feigning good.
I sit up there and cast my eye
On all that's down below
Until twelfth night is here again,
And the it's time to go.
I', taken down, my hair is brushed,
My dress is patted straight,
My wans is back upright again
(The wings will have to wait).
The box comes out, the tissue's found,
I'm put gently in my place;
I'm covered u from head to toe
My feet ad arms and face.
I'm there again for ten months straight,
But I'm happy with my rest;
Another Christmas come and gone,
I know I've done my best.
I've been around for twenty years
It could be more - true.......
So I for one believe in me -
Surely you do too?
I have a fairy dress (and wings)
Of which I'm rather fond.
It's made of lace and ribbons
And gathered into pleats;
It's got pink bows and furbelows
And goes right to my feets.
My crown is made of silver,
My hair's a shade of gold,
My face is young and childish
Although I'm very old.
I'm brought out each December
And tied upon a tree
In all my grace and finery,
Up there for all to see.
I guard the chocolate pennies,
The candles and the treats,
The little lantern candles,
The crackers and the sweets.
I have a secret boyfriend,
He's on the branch below,
He's a soldier with a rifle,
For fighting every foe.
His uniform is smart and red
His paint work is still good,
He really is my heart's desire,
Although he's made of wood.
The lamps are lit, the tinsel glows,
Ad Christmas Eve is here;
There's smiles on all the faces
All good will and cheer.
I love the carol singing
And all the happy banter,
The mistletoe and holly wreaths -
I've even cuddled Santa!
I love the crappy Christmas jokes,
The mince pies and the pud,
The fathers feigning soberness,
The children feigning good.
I sit up there and cast my eye
On all that's down below
Until twelfth night is here again,
And the it's time to go.
I', taken down, my hair is brushed,
My dress is patted straight,
My wans is back upright again
(The wings will have to wait).
The box comes out, the tissue's found,
I'm put gently in my place;
I'm covered u from head to toe
My feet ad arms and face.
I'm there again for ten months straight,
But I'm happy with my rest;
Another Christmas come and gone,
I know I've done my best.
I've been around for twenty years
It could be more - true.......
So I for one believe in me -
Surely you do too?
Thursday 31 October 2013
Samhain blessing
Samhain blessing
As winter knocks upon your door and fires are lit within,
Open up your mind, your heart,
And let the seasons in;
Look past at bounty, harvests won,
Respect the earth, the moon, the sun
And when the winter seems too deep,
Remember close your friends to keep.
Take your peace and take your rest,
Live for now and know you're blessed.
Blessings
As winter knocks upon your door and fires are lit within,
Open up your mind, your heart,
And let the seasons in;
Look past at bounty, harvests won,
Respect the earth, the moon, the sun
And when the winter seems too deep,
Remember close your friends to keep.
Take your peace and take your rest,
Live for now and know you're blessed.
Blessings
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