Megan*

I love nature, especially the woods and the sea. I can't live without art and music because it fills my heart with happiness!****A LITTLE STORY ABOUT AN IRISH GIRL AND AN ENGLISH KNIGHT****England, 1487.There’s a woman in a house standing by a window. She’s looking out and you can tell that she’s sad. Sad for she knows she will have to leave, as she has to go back to her own country. She keeps staring out of the window because she loves the landscape and wants to keep these views in her heart. The house is not well lit because it’s too dangerous. They might get caught so they have to hide away. The man is sad as well because he knows this love will last forever but there is no chance for both of them to be together. She’s an irish girl who lives in the woods in Ireland near by a river called Shannon. She’s got her little house there. Next to the house there’s an apple tree. She loves herbs and nature and she’s healing people. He’s an english knight, the knight of her heart. They met in Ireland. He was wounded and she saved him. She dragged this arrow out of his shoulder and he recovered with her help. He stayed there in her little house for a while until he was cured. They weren’t in love really at this point of time. She told herself not to fall in love with him because he was english and from a different class and she was just a little wood witch. But he would give everything even his life to protect her. He loves her to death and so does she. They will be seperated soon because somehow the enemies got informed about their forbidden love. He was supposed to marry another woman but he refused to do so. He died for his true love. He died to save his only love. Just before he died his only wish was to kiss her again in another life. Somehow she died with him although she stayed alive. She was never ever happy again for the rest of her life and her only wish was to feel save in his arms. Maybe in another life.**************** BURNING TIMES *** Words: Christy Moore **************In the cold of the evening, they used to gather. Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near the old oak tree.At the times appointed by the seasons of the earth, and the phases of the moon.In the center, often stood a woman, equal with the others, respected for her worth.One of the many .. we call the witches, the healers, the teachers, of the wisdom of the earth.And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them, herbs to heal their bodies, smells to make their spirits whole.Hear them chanting healing incantations, calling for the wise ones, celebrating in dance and song.Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali and InannaThere were those that came to power, through domination. They were bonded in their worship of a dead man on a cross.They sought control of the common people, by demanding allegiance to the church of Rome.And the Pope, he commenced the inquisition, As a war against the women, whose powers they feared.In this holocaust, in this age of evil, Nine million European women, they died.And the tale is told, of those who by the hundreds, holding hands together, chose their deaths in the sea.While chanting the praises of the Mother Goddess, a refusal of betrayal, women were dying to be free.Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali and InannaNow the earth is a witch, and we still burn her. Stripping her down with mining, and the poison of our wars.Still to us, the earth is a healer, a teacher, and a mother. A weaver of a web of light, that keeps us all alive.She gives us the vision to see through the chaos. She gives us the courage, it is our will to survive.Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali and Inanna