May the dead lie peacefully here
May they know their lines carried on all over the world
May they know we remember them
May they know we still bear their names
May they know that through us they still live
May they know we remember their bravery
in the face of a well fed and well armed army
when you were hungry and armed with little more than swords
May they know we remember the sometimes foolish seeming cause
May they remember
May we remember
May we remember
May we remember
I remember the Stewarts of Appin
I remember the MacGregors
I remember the Livingstons
I remember the Robertsons
I remember my dead.
Knight of Stones
Revered as a ruthless tracker and hunter, the wolf has had a special symbolism for thousands of years and was the subject of ancient Pictish stone carvings. Comfortable in the dark and cold of winter, it was seen as a guardian of the deadon their journey through the night to the Otherworld.
This card is one of guardianship. Someone who is essentially protective, a loyal companion on long journeys, who remains their own person.
A defender of your boundaries, leaving you safe to withdraw from the world. A provider, but one who is not tied to a life at home, but is restless. Their power needs matching to hold them.
Google being a spying pain in the ass and worse than the NSA
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
That rolled to Trafalgar.
And mark you where the ivy clings
To Bayham’s mouldering walls?
O there we cast the stout railings That stand around St. Paul’s.
See you the dimpled track that runs
All hollow through the wheat?
O that was where they hauled the guns
That smote King Philip’s fleet.
(Out of the Weald, the secret Weald,
Men sent in ancient years,
The horse-shoes red at Flodden Field,
The arrows at Poitiers!)
See you our little mill that clacks, So busy by the brook?
She has ground her corn and paid her Ever since Domesday Book.
See you our stilly woods of oak,
And the dread ditch beside?
O that was where the Saxons broke
On the day that Harold died.
See you the windy levels spread
About the gates of Rye?
O that was where the Northmen fled,
When Alfred’s ships came by.
See you our pastures wide and lone, Where the red oxen browse?
O there was aCity thronged and known,
Ere London boasted a house.
And see you after rain, the trace
Of mound and ditch and wall?
O that was a Legion’s camping-place,
When Caesar sailed from Gaul.
And see you marks that show and fade,
Like shadows on the Downs?
O they are the lines the Flint Men made,
To guard their wondrous towns.
Trackway and Camp and City lost,
Salt Marsh where now is corn–
Old Wars, old Peace, old Arts that cease,
And so was England born!
She is not any common
Earth, Water or wood or air,
But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye, Where you and I will fare!
I have to have blood drawn every 3 months or so and it is always traumatic because I rarely get a phlebotomist that actually listens to me until they have a couple of tries at it.
I’m tired of being a pincushion. I have 3 large bruises from this morning. One at the inside of the elbow and one on the back of each hand. I look like I had a prize fight with no gloves. I guess it isn’t as bad as when I tried to donate for the Red Cross and got a first timer. All I know is that suddenly I was being screamed at by her supervisor not to look so of course I did. Wouldn’t you? The entire inside surface of my right arm was bloody under the skin from my wrist up into my bicep. And the next thing I knew I was packed in ice and being told I could have as much orange juice as I could hold. Can you say hemorrhage, boys and girls? I have no clue whether she hit the artery or what but it took a month for it to go away and it was pretty gruesome.
I had a doctor screw it up royally a long time ago. His nurse had gone home for the day and 3 of us had been exposed to trichinosis so we had to send blood to the CDC. I went first because the other two were chicken. He told me to pump my first, next thing I know is he is telling me don’t look . of course I did and I had blood fountaining down the nice white wall. Arlinda and Eleanor almost passed out and refused to go next. They came back and let the nurse do it.
I always tell them, my veins roll and use the pediatric set up. If the listen they can hit it in one try. My dentist did when I had surgery a month ago and it was great or at least as great as being perforated can be.
So this morning she had a go at my elbow and nothing came out so she tried to dig around, still nothing. So she tried my left hand. Still a dry county. Finally she went and got the pediatric butterfly setup and a hand warmer. Bingo! We have a winner and a huge bruise that is perfectly square. Not having fun now.
King of Wands
At this time of year adders represent serpentine Earth energies rising from the ground into the air and intertwining, as male adders struggle for dominance. (Sometimes this is mistaken for a mating ritual.) They also represent magical power, balance and the healing arts.
Raw and potent sexuality. Earth or healing energies expressed and recharged. A healer.
A rebalancing and re-empowering of one’s physical and subtle energy and creativity.