Happy St. Patrick’s Day! In celebration of my Celtic ancestry….and the Irish in all of us, I share with you two poems born out of my Celtic heart! (both to be included in my upcoming book, Happily Ever After – from co-dependency to the fulfillment of love) For the Celtic in all of us! Slainte!
Irish sensibility in a single phrase means, “all senses firing.”
A courageous openness and compelling urge to
move toward all things…
Daring to embody the full extent of feelings, sensations, ideas and experiences
Especially those which others might avoid –
Desolation, despair, disease, and death.
Irresistably drawn toward darkness, suffering and pain.
Curiosity for the macabre or raw, unbridled courage?
Perhaps they are one and the same.
Irishness comes with a certain measure of masochism
But not for the sake of one’s own misery,
But for the sake of understanding so that we may be present for another there.
Not as voyeurs, but in an overwhelming out pouring of unconditional support.
We’ve been there.
Defining Irish hospitality, not by our food, our damp climate, houses smelling of peat, or the aroma of drying wool, but by our ability to be with you in your pain, remaining there until every tear has been spilt, every rage unfurled, and every heartbreak repaired.
Thirteen of the Thirteen
Left foot first, sword in hand
13 of the 13 of the 13
The sword of truth
To think and dream and write
Her pen is her sword.
Of elfin ancestors.
Daughter of the Tuatha de Daanan and Pictish warriors.
Tattooed in woad,
Anointed in lodestone in a time before time.
Consort of the God beneath the Tor
Married to the Son of Light.
Morgaine and Miriam her South and her West.
Druid Priestess and Priest in the henge of stone,
And in the oaken grove of Gaul.
Walking the sacred labyrinth of immortal time
Life from life
Death from death
Dying and reborn
Reborn and dying.
Queen of the fifth dimension
Samantha’s gossamer cape
A spoon full of sugar
and Midnight Margaritas.
Awakening the Aquarian Age
A magical purpose and call
To think and dream and love.