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Her energies are really strong tonight. Found this on the web

"by the light of the Moon
I dream
by the light of my soul
I see
with understanding and light
I dream through the night "

Night night all ..... I'm off to moonbathe

XX

Beannacht
("Blessing")

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

~ John O'Donohue ~

" Wander where there is no path.
There's no time like the present " to get lost ".
Realise that a path has many expressions :
Exploring creativity, indulging intuition , pursuing a relationship .
Choose one, and get lost on the pathless Path today . "

It's been with me all day this longing. I'm thinking of my friend Daz who was in Irland last year and is now in NewZealand. I'm longing for one of his hugs and a nice long cosy chat.

X

Ancient memories.... They pop up on waking sometimes or while sitting on the loo or in the shower.

This morning I was back at my old primary school in Idle. A C of E primary school.

I was wandering round the old dark Yorkshire stone school building adjacent to the church , through all the rooms of the school and the different classrooms.

One year, our classroom over looked the graveyard and I would gaze out onto the graves and sometimes watch funerals.
I remember ballet classes on Saturdays.

Jane Rawson , a young and beautiful ballerina, held classes there. Once we all took part in a dancing display that she organised. It was a huge project involving all her family. An old aunt set up shop in the village and we would go there to be fitted for our costumes. The tiny cave-like shop was crammed full of colourful netting, satin and silk, sequins, feathers and glitter and we would be measured and fitted for our costumes.

The actual dancing display was in a real theatre in Bradford.We got the whole experience of being on stage; behind stage prep, makeup , waiting and rehersals, and the glory of applause in bright lights.

How enterprising of Jane and her family I can appreciate now, getting it all together.

Names return... Mr Hague , the stern pompous headmaster. Nasty man. Marguerite Wilkinson a favourite teacher, a wild woman, eccentric and different, artistic, loved nature walks, masses of dark curly hair; Mr Bruce who taught history and was funny , smelled of tobacco, dressed in tweed and coughed a lot. He had red hair, I think he might have been Scottish.

Dennis Shaw was a naughty boy who got caned and was blamed for things that went wrong. I felt sorry for him. Some boys stole bottles from the grocer's shop and returned them to get the deposits back Enterprising Margaret and Kathleen Maw , the twins, Brenda Donnelli , Peter Marsh, Christopher Timms, Margaret Pashley, Josaphine feather.

Funny how names return ........