In thickets dense with ancient lore
Among the echoes of forgotten elves,
And secrets whispered evermore #PaganSunday
In thickets dense with ancient lore
Among the echoes of forgotten elves,
And secrets whispered evermore #PaganSunday
Draped in hues of the unseen
Where love tangled in secret storms,
We rise like the morning sun!
Draped in hues of the unseen
Where love tangled in secret storms,
We rise like the morning sun!
#EasterRising #Ireland32
#EasterRising #Ireland32
#EasterRising #Ireland32
#EasterRising #Ireland32
Sláinte! 🍻
Sláinte! 🍻
#grandnational2025
#grandnational2025
a tiny bit of light, I don't mind for I love the way
the light from the Sun comes into the house
like a visitor from another realm
welcomed for a bit, but not to overwhelm
like any discreet and thoughtful guest
to leave so as not to outstay
its welcome
a tiny bit of light, I don't mind for I love the way
the light from the Sun comes into the house
like a visitor from another realm
welcomed for a bit, but not to overwhelm
like any discreet and thoughtful guest
to leave so as not to outstay
its welcome
"Above, the world spins on, indifferent, cold,
In waters dark, find solace from the fight."
"Above, the world spins on, indifferent, cold,
In waters dark, find solace from the fight."
For lost are the burdens, the edges of pain
For lost are the burdens, the edges of pain
Their rebellion against the winter’s grasp
"Snowdrops in Winter"; a watercolour by my mother, words are mine.
Their rebellion against the winter’s grasp
"Snowdrops in Winter"; a watercolour by my mother, words are mine.
A lighthouse for the restless souls #VirginiaWoolf
A lighthouse for the restless souls #VirginiaWoolf
~ Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
~ Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
Your beauty, a paradox, bright and strange
Dance on, dance on to the edge of night
A siren's call through opium swirls #MarchesaCasati
Your beauty, a paradox, bright and strange
Dance on, dance on to the edge of night
A siren's call through opium swirls #MarchesaCasati
“There are four questions of value in life .. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.”
~ Lord Byron
“There are four questions of value in life .. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.”
~ Lord Byron
The trees stand tall, enrobed in pale despair
In this cathedral of fog, we are fragile and small
The trees stand tall, enrobed in pale despair
In this cathedral of fog, we are fragile and small