Mary

Healing from Parental Abuse 

A Bite of Good Reading: Alan Alda's Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself

The first of Alda's books I've read, he explains his love of speech giving, specifically about life starting and science. Alda's voice on the audiobook is mesmerizingly delightful and his book oozes with anecdotes and insight, some painful, but all full of the nectar of life. He's a true gift!

Fragile Faces

Some faces are carved from stone
And some strung of jewels and glass
When life's spirit returns and the spring yearns
Through one the candle's light must pass
Some make fun of the delicate ones
Yet through their eyes quite fair
I see colors of every vibrant shade
God's light show finds me there
Full of great suns and shade

Archangel Gabriel

Dagda

The Song of Wandering Aengus

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BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And someone called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done,

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

Donovan's "The Song of Wandering Aengus"

We have time travelers, they're called writers. 

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