Luck of the Irish!

This time of year there are all kinds of portrayals of leprechauns. Most of the silly, cartoon versions.

These are fairy folk, people. I think they deserve a little better representation. By definition they are mischievous fairies, no larger than a small child. And, I’ll prove it.

My Amazing Progeny!

LOL! This is my son Dillon, at age fifteen months. He’s now twenty-six and could probably pass for a larger version of his little leprechaun self.

Is Féidir luck agus grá a fhaigheann tú! – May luck and love find you! ~ RG

W. B. Yeats

WB YeatsMore than a few years back, I visited Ireland. While there, we stumbled upon the churchyard where W. B. Yeats is buried. I love graveyards and this was one of the most unique I’ve ever explored. But, enough about that.

My post today is in celebration of one of my favorite poets–W. B. Yeats. And, in particular, a favorite poem of mine.

The Stolen Child

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that dropp their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

William Butler Yeats
dancing fairies w.child

Besides the poem, I also wanted to provide a musical version of it. 12 The Stolen Child This is by The Waterboys, and has a place in my St. Patrick’s Day playlist.

Mise I dán agus ceol ~ Yours in poem and music ~ RG

As 2012 Winds Down

Thank you

It’s almost the end of 2012. At twelve a.m. Tuesday morning, in your particular time zone, people all over your country and all over the world will yell, scream, whisper, murmur and even silently welcome in 2013, the New Year. There will be fireworks, champagne, handshakes, hugs, and kisses.

Before all that happens, I want to be thankful for a few things.

First–my family. Thankful for all of them and their love and support. Thankful that my son has taken a leap of faith to start a new job that will allow him to explore his creativity and allow for friends and family. Thankful that my daughter has decided to give her school experience another chance and that she’s made good friends that will help her endure. I feel that the new year will be really good for both of them and I hope they go into it with positive determination and attitudes.

Second–my friends. Old and new. Those close and far away. The ones I know face-to-face and those I only know virtually. You all rock! Thank ty friendsyou for your support, your friendship, for holding me in your thoughts and prayers. Blessings to all of you in the new year. May it bring health, happiness, love, and prosperity to each and everyone of you.

Third–the random things.

Thank you to the postal clerk who helped me on Christmas Eve. I don’t know your name, but thank you from the bottom of my heart. When I discovered my daughter’s Christmas package was returned because the customs slip came off, this man made sure that it got back into the system that night. I hope his Christmas was great and that his new year is better.

To all those people in the drive through at Starbuck’s–you know who you are–the ones that buy coffee and sometimes more for the person behind you. Not just you, but all the people who practice random acts of kindness every day, those of you who make someone else smile and feel happy, even if it’s for a moment. That moment, or day, or week, or however long it lasts, is so beneficial. I hope in the new year that you see that paid forward, or continue the practice, or  that it is reciprocated on you.

Thank you to my critique partners (Lisa, Janet), critique group (RMFW-Tues/Thurs), and writing group (GWWG). You are the reason I get better, gratitudethe reason I’m published, and one of  the reasons I keep writing. Also, all of the writing friends (too many to name) I’ve met through contacts and various social media. I hope the new year sees you finish a manuscript, getting published, and having success. And, to Jessica Coleman of Darker Times Fiction for publishing my short stories. Best wishes to all of you.

Thank you to the many (again, too many to name) who are keeping me in mind every time you hear of a job I might be qualified for, and those (Jeremy, Mindy, Bill) who hold a position for me in your busy season should I not find that permanent position.

I’m sure there are other people that I need to thank. My daughter’s flat mates, my son’s friends, and the fact there is now enough snow for my husband to enjoy his skiing. And I thank God for seeing me through this far.

For all of you, everyone who reads this, I wish you a healthy, happy, loving, prosperous, and outstanding New Year! Blessings to each and everyone of you in 2013!

RGTY


If You’re Reading This . . .

. . .then the Mayans were wrong. Honestly, there’s probably another stone page to that calendar that hasn’t been unearthed yet.

Okay, be honest. How many of you were going around yesterday with the words to ‘It’s the End of the World As We Know It‘ stuck in your heads? I’ll raise my hand first and only because it was kinda fun to do so.

All this end of the world stuff and recent tragedies got me to thinking . . .

Then, the other day, a friend posted on Facebook that she was consoling her son because he was upset he couldn’t make a snow angel before school. I posted back that there would be more snow after school.

But afterward I had change of heart . . .

What does it hurt to let a child make a snow angel before school?

Yes, he might get a little wet. Yes, there may be a time issue. But, he’ll dry and I’m betting a teacher would understand a few minutes of time for such a beautiful act.

If your children (within reason) want to finger paint naked, slide down the stairs in their sleeping bags, dance on the coffee table, make snow angels before school, or snow men, or snow forts–let them. We don’t know what will happen tomorrow or the next day, etc. Support your children’s dreams (again, within reason), listen to them, let them fall, because they will, and be there to pick them up. If your kids want singing lessons, or art supplies, or dance lessons instead of sporting equipment, let them and vice versa.

Let them shine!

Because, even though the end of the world didn’t happen on 12/21/12, you don’t know when the world as you know it might.

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For the people in Newtown, CT, at Columbine, the Aurora theatre, Virginia Tech, and so on, I’m sure it felt like the end of their world.

Keep a special place in your hearts for those who have lost loved ones (that would be about everyone) this Holiday Season. Hug and kiss your kids even if they think it’s mushy.

Have a Merry/Happy Christmas and a bright and prosperous New Year!

RG

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