Oil painting, pottery, weaving,gardening, listening to great music, hanging with friends,and anything to do with art, art history and antiquity architecture, especially during the Medieval era. I also love to cook and to collect antiques. I'm also into anything Tibetan or Celtic. I love to be out in nature during all seasons and just adore thunderstorms. My family and friends are important to me.
I'd like to meet:
Friends, kind and caring individuals who care for others and our mother earth. People with similar interests and values. I also welcome most into my circle of friends as I love to learn and broaden my knowledge of other peoples and places.
More cool stuff at YourCoolProfile.com!Dance under the moon and starsFaerie Flowers by ShakespeareI know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxslips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and the eglantine.
There sleeps Titania sometimes of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight...I AM LOTHLORIEN:I am Lothlorien,
the land between the worlds.
You brought me to life with your
dreams, your sweat, your tears, your lives.I am Lothlorien,
land of the elves and those unseen
who live between the worlds.
You birthed me with your rituals, your spells.
I live and breathe. I AM.I am Lothlorien,
I am Thunder, Lightening, Avalon, Ent.
I am Unicorn Meadows, Fairie and Dark Wood.
Do not take me lightly!I am Lothlorien.
Do you not hear my heart beat in the
echo of your drums?
Do you not feel the fall and rise of
my breast as you sleep in my arms?
Have you forgotten??I am Lothlorien,
the Ancient One -
Here before time began,
A silent witness to creation.I am Ishtar, Isis, Cerredwyn, Diana.
I am Herne, Cerrunous, the Green Man, Pan.
I am the named and the nameless.
I AM.I am Lothlorien.
Come! Walk with me between the worlds!
Listen to the trees as they draw near and
call your name.
Feel my spirit surround and touch you as you
walk between the worlds with me.
I am Lothlorien.
I am real, alive, living, breathing.
See me in the unseen beings who guard
your camp, whose magic surrounds you.
Have you forgotten??I am Lothlorien.
I am here because you remembered me
hidden in the mists of time.
I am here because you dared to live
your dream!I am Lothlorien.
I am seen only by those with eyes to
see; and heard by those only with ears to hear.
I heal those who come to me and I myself
weep tears of anguish, and bleed when wounded,
when you wound each other.I am Lothlorien.
I am she who has lived a thousand lives,
Laughter, tears, joy, sorrow - I took it
all into my heart, asking nothing in return.I am Lothlorien, and now I ask you to
Remember why I am here, why you brought
me into being.
Heal me now! I weep for you.
Do not let me die because of your refusal to heal.I am Lothlorien and now I need you. I need the gift you are that perhaps you
don't yet see.
I need your leadership, your cooperation,
your love.
I need you to put aside your differences and
remember you are one with me!I am Lothorien.
I am a living, breathing being.
Do not let me die. Do not let go of the dream.
For it is alive in every person who ever
walked this land.I am Lothlorien.
Have the courage to continue my
growth and transformation.
Bring your gifts to my altar - I need all
of them - I need you.
I am Lothlorien. I am you.By Marilyn Zack
Music:
The Moon by BendisBeautiful moon, with thy silvery light,
Smiling so sweetly down through the night
With a blessing of love shown in your eyes
Fill me with longing and heartfelt sighs.Beautiful moon, with thy silvery light
I gaze at your beauty given this night
Swollen from birthing, a pure mother love
A gift from our goddess shining aboveTHE FAIRY RINGEmerald green and deep earth brown
In the musky fragrances I drowned,
My senses dull as I walked in a trance
Towards a calling for a dance.Gathered near an old oak tree
Minions of faeries awaited me,
As I stepped into their ring
Enchanting songs they began to sing.A void in me was somewhere filled
And I yearned to be forever in,
That magickal moment amongst the faes
Where to this day my soul awaits.
July 2006
Beppu, Oita, Japana href="http://tagfantasy.com" target="_blank"
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Movies:
Fairy MusicWhen the golden moon was in its heavn’ly bower
I picked my flute and sat among the flowers,
I waited a while and felt the breeze
The yet unsung tune came with ease.I closed my eyes as I began to play
So I could clearly picture that day,
On sabbath morning many moons ago
When we all left to be seen no more.Under the hills and mounds we went
Many a days in sadness spent,
Until we took a look around
In the heart of darkness, beauty abound.We built, we toiled
Muddy and soiled,
At length stood a glorious home
With a little help from the Gnomes.Soon we grew accustomed
And our courts were summoned
‘We, People of peace’, spoke the Queen,
‘Shall wait here and never be seen’.Under hallowed grounds we still roam
Now something we can call a home,
We wait for the race of Adam to see
To awake from their long reverie.Their eyes see not what we saw in that world so old;
The sun cannot warm their hearts so cold,
Hatred and reasoning will be their poisoned arrow;
Shot to each heart bleeding in sorrow.But when the scales grow heavy
And their seven seas get so wavy,
A truth shall be foretold
And the awakening we will behold.I closed my eyes as I played
Awaiting that joyous day,
I stopped and opened them after a while
I spotted my fleeting audience- so agile.The deer and the toads under the shrub
My thoughtful melody they seem to love,
The woods laid still in heavy silence
I looked up at the yonder moon in reveranceShe looked so pale and so forlone
The golden sheen was now all gone,
With tears of pearl she said to me,
‘That was the saddest song that will ever be!’July,2006.Beppu, Oita, Japan
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Television:
tree fairyBelieve
Books:
Gossamer Flight by Corky Fergusen
Deep insude the crystal forest
Where many fear to go
Is a place of peace and harmony
Where the springs of eternity flow.This is where the faeries live
And pass away the hours
Dancing thru the trees,
Playing in the flowers.Faeries flitting on gossamer wings
Is a common sight
Their wings of rainbow colors
Unfold, quietly taking flight.Come and take the journey
To find your child within
Open up your heart and mind
And watch the magic begin.
Heroes:
My Mom...and my son Ezekiel (Zeke) cuz he's soooo cool and he loves me very much!!The gentle caress of a leather wing, the roaring voices long to sing, to live, to breathe, and thus to be spreading wings, alive and free."When one defines oneself as Pagan, it means she or he follows an earth or nature religion, one that sees the divine manifest in all creation.
The cycles of nature are our holy days, the earth is our temple, its plants and creatures our partners and teachers.
We worship a deity that is both male and female, a mother Goddess and father God, who together created all that is, was, or will be.
We respect life, cherish the free will of sentient beings, and accept the sacredness of all creation."a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"
