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The water was icy on her skin

Her thin shoes soaked long ago

Still they trudged along

In single file snaking their way forward

Now climbing the side of the valley

Towards the Lairds keep

She longed to rest but kept going

The leader had been in a fury on seeing her

Brought forward by the men who found her

Hiding beside the stones atop the tor

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She dared not tell them why or how she was there

How could she tell them the truth?

That she had walked through the portal stones

Upon the tor now far behind them

Traveling through time

In a way she did not understood

To meet her husband once again

To be with her lover for a while

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A shudder rippled through her body

As she pondered her predicament

The moon was several days from full

The time when the change would occur

Yet its effects she could already sense

When for a while she could run safe and free

With her pack mate and lover

Days of blissful togetherness

Running these wild Scottish valleys

Drinking from the fresh streams

Waiting for the moon to turn

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When she would reclaim her female form

And her lover change to his own

Tall and proud with deep red hair

His Scottish brogue a music to her ears

She had but days to stay with him

Before she must go back to the tor

Back through the portal stones

To reclaim her life back there

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Waiting for the turning of the days

Til she could once more traverse the ways

And return to her lovers’ side once more

Wolf or human they belonged together

Her best days were always with him

Amongst the Scottish heather

But where was he?

Why wasn’t he here?

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She spied a furtive movement amongst the trees

The light was fading fast but her eyesight was keen

There he was keeping pace with her

Waiting for the shadows to fall

She knew that somehow, some way

He would find a way to break her free

And together they would roam

Back amongst their well-trodden ways.

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#BetweenTwo Worlds

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Blessings,  Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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Magical Standing Stones
image from lavandallegra.blogspot.com    Magical Standing Stones
                                                           

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Scudding clouds

Threw shadows across the lane

She knew not what could be hidden there

But down this lane she must travel

To reach the standing stones

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If all went to the plans they made

Then she would meet her love

Just as the moon reached mid-heaven

And they would be together thereafter

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Hopefully she prayed

The moon would have cleared the scudding clouds

And the lane would not seem darkly threatening

And unpleasant to her fevered imaginings

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It was so strange

She had walked this lane by day and night’

For many a long year

And never before had simple shadows

Cause such anxiety in her heart to wonder what was afoot

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Tendrils of low-lying fog crept silently across the lane

They seemed to appear from the shadows themselves

Reaching towards the warmth of her flesh

Thicker grew the tendrils of mist

As she hurried towards the lane’s end

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And breathing a heartfelt sigh

She emerged onto the open tor

Towards the standing stones she hurried

Her love to meet her there anon

Yet silence fell strangely around her

As she stood within the stone circle

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The moon was yet to reach mid-heaven

As she wandered round the circle

And as she heard a noise before her

She took a step forward and the spell was cast,

As she passed through one of the portal stones

With no sound, no light, no movement

She vanished from earthly sight

Transported to who knows when

And for how long we cannot know

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But as the last chime of midnight

Rang clearly from the village green

Her love appeared over the hilltop

To search for her, calling her name softly

Yet never did she appear

Though he came each night thereafter

And tales still speak of him long centuries later

Wandering around the stones

As he calls her name searching for her still.

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Magical Standing Stones
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May fortune smile upon your journeying.

Peace, Love and Joy.  Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2013

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Why did she look forlornly

Towards that distant house

Whose windows shone so cheerily

Festooned with coloured lights

Was she waiting for her lover

Had he promised her he would come

And meet her in the meadow

To run away as one

Alone she stood on the grassy knoll

Itself festooned with dew

Her dress of palest satin shone

In the light of the silvery moon

Adorned with shining pearls

It caught rainbows of glittering light

From the diamond caught net in her russet hair

The moon hung heavy in the darkened sky

It’s light filtered by trees all around

Through branch and leaf it fell

Softly finding its way

To form a halo upon the ground

Surrounding her without a sound

A sigh, soft as gossamer wings

Bitter as gall

Slipped through her bright red lips

As she turned to leave the meadow

Leaving her love behind

Her dark eyes awash with diamonds

Glistening teardrops yet to fall.

© Susan Jamieson

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I’ve been missing for a couple of days with the usual doctor to doctor trek, tests and more tests and waiting interminably for results. Ended up with the expected kinked neck and back plus a whopper of a migraine from the sun. Strange we had those hot days when I had to be trundling around in a car.

Well such is life at the moment. Despite having to squint out of one eye, the pain in the other was too much, and my internal organs were having the own mini revolution, I managed to prepare a couple of posts ahead of time to make up for my possible lack of impetus at the end of the day.

I thought it worked well until today when I felt less than  chipper. In fact I felt flatter than a badly flipped pancake. I have dragged myself around wearing dark sunglasses, cracking my eyes open only enough to stop myself from walking into everything.  In the beautiful darkness of out Harvest Moon I ventured out long enough to grab a few pictures and do a moon filled post, mainly because I love the colours of the moon here. Selfish I know.

So, back with the sunnies in my bedroom (the glare from the computer) and I had my blog done….. what happened next was tragic. Like most electrical equipment it had a sudden attack of the “let’s have some fun with her.” the screen blinked and I had an empty screen. No draft saved (odd) and nary a full stop in sight.

So you have my explanation for no real blog…. a poem I did a little while ago which suits my mood at present and I’m taking my eyeballs, which feel as though someone has pierced them with a flaming brand, to bed with a cold compress. The real blog will follow next week.

Have an amazing weekend…..I’m keeping my eyes closed unless the sun eclipses over me.

In the meantime, here is a photo from the last full moon…..

DSCN2439 (Copy)Beautiful, isn’t it?

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Ciao, Susan x

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Waking or sleeping

The tide ebbs and flows

Under the light

Of the magical moon

Look closely

Under the roses

Small fragile creatures

Of mystical design

Creep slowly

Into the moonlight

Shall we join them

Or shall we leave

Would you dance

With us tonight

Under the brilliant light

Of the beautiful moon

Whispers in my ear

Songs unheard before

image from chimeralinsight.com

Makes my heart beat madly

My soul sing wildly

This is what I’ve come for

To remember the days

When magic lived

And shall live once more

On the shores of Gaia

Take my hand

Lead me in the dance

Dance until the moon

Lies sleeping once more

Only to return

At the earliest we can

And join once more

In this merry dance.

Who can tell

What lies beyond

Our sight

For we have lost

That connection

Of old

When Merlin walked

And magic roamed

The highways and

Byways

Of England of Old.

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May your days and nights be magical and mystical.

Blessings  Susan x

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Other offerings you may like.

Merlin,

Dragons

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DSCN2483 (Copy)Let’s start our gentle  walk with a quick   reminder of how beautiful the sky looks after a shower. The gorgeous rainbow highlights how clean and fresh the air is, washed away of all those negative ions that give me headache. (Well that and the awful meds I’m taking, all for a good cause).

On this day we saw both the right and left of the rainbow but missed the complete effect, perhaps next time.

DSCN2546 (Copy)Then we have the majestic rolling of the waves as they rush towards the shore.

I’m sure the surfers would have loved to catch some of the beauties we saw.

The cheeky Eastern Rosella eating all the pollen off every honey producing plant in the garden. Here we have one on the New Zealand Bottlebrush, just checking to see if he’s being watched.

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It’s hard to go past such a beautifully intimate picture of mother feeding her baby in the Sandra Gordon Grevillea.

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From ducks eating the lawn daily to cockatoos invading the area, there is always the songs of the birds around us.

Magpie Mother and baby 27 July (Copy)

Mother Magpie and baby checking us to see if it’s safe. “My what beady eyes you have”. They don’t miss anything.  Next we have my mystery bird. I first saw him ay our place in Nerang and was unsure what he was, Since then we have identified him as a Black Headed Peasant Coucal. This is the male. He puffs out his chest and the feathers at his nae and emits a loud “Coo, Coo, Coo,” to attract a mate. He has the most beautiful long tail shown here.

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His tail is easily as long as his body if not longer and spreads out in a beautiful fan as he flies. Then it was time for a little grooming. He loved the vantage from the Sandra Gordon Grevillea but didn’t win any friends with the local Rosellas or Indian Mynahs who tried to loudly persuade him to leave. He took it all in his perch and stayed until ready to leave.

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Rolling waves and delicate flowers on the Spathiphyllum  or Peace Lily.

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Yes I am real, in the sunshine getting the fresh air and sea breeze. My beautiful camellia is still flowering.

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New Zealand Christmas bush before the parrots have attacked it.  Beautiful flowering wattle.

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These have always been called Autumn Crocus and on the right the flowers of the Desert Rose.

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I can’t end my walk through the garden without reminding myself of the beautiful and magical sunrise.

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Which means a moment to reflect on the day’s end with the mysterious and magical view of the pink moon.

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This wouldn’t be complete without my blogs namesake emblem – the orchid, in full flower today. Isn’t it beautiful?

And to round things off, the rest of my blog namesake, the beautiful and mysterious Powerful Owl. Whats not to love?

There is beauty all around us if we take a moment to see. It’s peace and tranquility can lift you fro the depths of despair.  The final words in my soliloquy go to George Gordon Byron.

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
George Gordon Byron

Know that you are loved deeply and well.

Ciao

Susan x

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“But – but the greatest way to witness is by walking that straight and narrow and also realizing that you’re going to mess up. That’s what grace is for. We’re going to fall, but we’ve got to get back up. And you’ve got to improve. And that’s what I’m all about.”
Tim Tebow

I had planned on a beautiful array of photos taken on Sunday night, the night of the full moon, as the basis for a short blog.  I have been, and still am, having a slight hiccough thanks to some new meds for the Lyme disease I’m fighting. Nothing I won’t overcome, eventually. (It’s kill or cure and I am most definitely not in the mood for it being the winner. Oh no, I have far too much to live for yet.

However, as the fates would have it, the problems I have been enduring with my old laptop have finally taken their toll. It has had a semi fatal seizure and will play with me no more! It is now with the laptop doctor having a good colonic and inner repair work performed.  I hope it feels as good as I did after mine. (I did not, I felt thoroughly used and abused!)

So, you have a beautiful picture I have been saving for some time – it appears frequently because I feel it really sums up the light and dark which can shine from all of us at the right time. There is also a beauty and allure in the dark which is not readily apparent in the light.  Though I am now waxing lyrical which is probably the meds kicking in before they turn nasty again. Such is life in all its gory and glory.

I have purloined this computer for a few minutes, before the anticipated brain fugue and pain recommence, to apologise for not blogging again, but will be back, and with some photos I’m delighted with, even if they are late. They will serve as a wonderful reminder of the show we saw a few nights earlier.

Hopefully, by then. the laptop will behave and my tangles will be untingled as my fingers will be unfumbled.

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Life isn’t like a book. Life isn’t logical or sensible or orderly. Life is a mess most of the time. And theology must be lived in the midst of that mess.”
Charles Caleb Colton

Susan x

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