Well....retire.....

I am so happy to be traveling this life by your side!! Adventures ahead!

from long country walks on Sunday and the green walled cemeteries of Donegal.
I am from paper, ink, words, images and the lovely hand of graceful fate.

from garden snapped peas, blackberries with beetles bitten in half, summer-cut roses and strawberry shortcake. From the evil aunt who stole identities and thieved the past and gentle women who cradled my spirit as I grew,

– the comfort of the trees and the punishment of the Rock of Ages, from early devotion to Artemis, Diana, Luna.
I’m from Lancaster and York, the lands of Merlin, from Donegal and the cities of red and white roses,

I am from homespun cloth of linen and the simplicity of field and pasture, from the bogey man in the basement who will stand you on your head, deep dreams of bears in dens and the legends of Jesus and King Arthur.
I am from worship of the earth and the hypocrisy of tongues

I am from home baked bread, hand made ice cream, banks strewn with Virginia Blue Bells and restful sensitive spirits, from hateful battles full of terror and fright, from the ancient stillness of Simon, Mable, Alice and Fanny and the agonies of Jeanne and Ken.

I am from the eagle tree and coyote fire-song, hay meadows full of wild roses and rooms pressed into the grasses, from a hiding place in the dark thicket of laurel branches, and the cool pocket by the lake.
I am from deer and dog, coyote and wolf, knight and Indian, books and stories.