equinox blessings to one and all, balance and harmony, woken up all autumnal, victorian, celtic twilight lyrical… as you do… shapeshifter, times and loves lost… maudling enough for a wallow with yeats… excerpt from fergus and the druid
‘Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams;
Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
Fergus. I See my life go drifting like a river
From change to change; I have been many things —
A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light
Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,
An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,
A king sitting upon a chair of gold —
And all these things were wonderful and great;
But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.’
