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Excess Bliss Disorder

12/5/2017

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Glanteenassig.
Waterfalls whisper soothingly to lakes of fragile glass
Rivers run red.
Cheeks glisten in softly falling mist
and tears.
Indescribable beauty.
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Old stones
hold pagan secrets
speak codes; unravel ancient mysteries
ogham, sundial, cross
Kilmakedar
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Saint Brendan
navigated frigid waters
a floating coracle bound for new lands
discovered America
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Overwhelmed, exhausted travelers
chowder, brown bread, pub
elusive words, poor weary heads 
​excess bliss disorder




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4 Comments
Carol
12/5/2017 09:48:40 am

What absolutely gorgeous photos! I feel as if I am walking in your steps. That crusty angel, that she has made her more beautiful! What is white crusts on all those stones, such amazing shapes. Such inspiration!

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jen
12/6/2017 02:36:55 am

Carol! The light is so soft and lovely here...it is nearly impossible to take a bad pic! The stones are covered in lichens. A combination of wet, cool and cloudy is the perfect environment for these little lovelies. And the crusty angel is my favorite. Aging, with all of its decay, has only made her more beautiful.

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Dotty Seiter link
12/8/2017 12:17:50 pm

For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth,
Over and around us lies,
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

[Folliott Pierpoint]

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jen
12/8/2017 01:31:01 pm

gorgeous....thank you for the gift of these words. :)

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