Camping An Camas Darach

In the east a golden dawn sun rises,

warm and welcoming over Camusdarach,

earth’s once blackened face she now baptizes,

rays bathing creation as night turns his back.

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Each droplet of dew on grass and on leaf,

lights up and shimmers as upon it you smile,

to man and to beast bringing joyous relief,

wild flowers in meadow with grace you beguile.

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Nodding spring bluebells their heads bowed in prayer,

primroses so pale and so delicate stare

upon your fiery face.  Petals so fair

and so fine, with such flair none can compare.

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Willows weeping, their long branches sweeping

the burn in the ditch as in sunlight it runs,

as the wild bramble, tangled and creeping,

in freedom delighting, all constraint it shuns.

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Hawthorns, lichen coated, twisted and gnarled,

stand guard and protect us from ill and from harm,

as two cuckoos coo, their duet to the world,

singing Spring is sprung and seductive her charm.

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White Atlantic breakers they curl and they roll,

lacy froth edging the white sands of Morar,

iconic Eigg and Rhum, they speak to my soul,

Silhouetted and stark, they watch from afar.

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The midges at twilight they gather en masse,

frenzied and gamboling in the fading sun,

swirling and twirling over field and grass,

one last final play before this day is done.

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Moon and stars now our shining companions,

weary world retreating to pause and to rest,

for a short while now the sun us abandons,

night shows his face, with this day we were blessed.

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An camas darach: Gaelic for Camusdarach meaning Oak Bay.

Sands of Morar: name given for the stretch of white sands found above and below Mallaig on the west coast of Scotland.

Eigg and Rhum: Islands just off the coast between Arisaig and Mallaig.

Burn: Scottish word for stream.

Happy Calendae!

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May I sing my life in tempus perfectum,

dance the years still gifted me in perfect time,

each daybreak etch “o” upon the day’s potential,

from sunrise to sunset, an interval sublime.

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Universal ancient circumpunct, you call me,

creation’s primal point and vast eternity,

sun and gold,  most precious and blissful alchemy,

to that dot returning, after my life’s brevity.

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So much star-gazing, solar and lunar watching,

so many calendars, astrologers time-keeping

systematic constraint upon heaven’s majesty,

to balance the books this year, a day is leaping!

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Three hundred and sixty days, a thousand years the norm,

then discord discovered, major system overhaul…

no Pontifex here new moon and month to announce,

Happy Calendae I proclaim, for one and for all!

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Daffodils declare a chilly St David’s Day,

whilst Winter tries hard his knot the more to tighten,

in boughs and branches can you not hear Spring sap stirring?

First “Beware the Ides of March”, our hearts can then brighten!

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Symbols courtesy of mymusictheory.com and google images.

Calendae : first day of the month in the Roman Calendar, the latter word originating from this Latin word. It is related to the verb calare,”to call out”, referring to the “calling” of the new moon when it was first seen. Calendarium meant “account book or register”, as accounts were settled and debts collected on the “calends” of each month, the day of the first crescent after a new moon, according to the old lunar calendar.

tempus perfectum : refers to a specific metrical division used in musical compositions in the 15th and 16th centuries, where a “breve” is divided into 3 “semibreves”.  This 3 in 1 principle identified with the Holy Trinity and was therefore known as Perfect Time, the symbol of which being an unbroken Circle.  It is curious to note that a dot could be added to the circle, making it prolatio major…but that goes deeper into mediaeval music theory.

“o” : symbol for tempus perfectum.

Circumpunct : The ancient circled dot, symbol.  It represents the sun in astrology, gold in alchemy, and is also a profound and deep esoteric symbol.  The circle represents Eternity, no beginning and no end, endless repeating cycles.  The Dot symbolizes the one eternal Source from which All creation emanates, Deity, Divinity and the centre point around which the Wheel of Eternity revolves. Before we draw anything we must always begin with a Dot.   The Circumpunct is also a symbol of Sufism.

Pontifex : ( Latin, “bridge builder”),  member of a council of priests in ancient Rome.  He was responsible for the regulation of the calendar, both astronomically and in it’s application to the public life of the State.

Beware the Ides of March : The Ides of March did not signify anything special in itself as it was the 15th March, but Shakespeare invented the notion of the Ides of March as being a dangerous date,  the soothsayer warning of Caesar’s approaching death, in his play, Julius Caesar dated 1601.

St David’s Day : Patron Saint of Wales, Feast Day celebrated on 1st March.

Pliny writes that there were 3 calendars in the Roman Empire at the time of Julius Caesar, the Chaldean, Egyptian and Greek.  All 3 could trace their origins back to the Babylonian calendar. On the advice of the Egyptian astronomer Sisogenes of Alexandria, a new strictly Solar calendar was formed.  Sisogenes calculated the Solar Year to have 365.25 days or 365 days and 6 hrs.  To correct this discrepancy, Julius Caesar adopted a calendar of 365 days like the Egyptians, but made every 4th year a Leap Year on the advice of the same Egyptian astronomer. It was strictly based on the Solar Year with no desire made to reconcile it with the Lunar Month.

Before this calendar reform, the Roman New Year was on 1st March, with Julius Caesar then beginning the New Year of his new calendar on 1st January.  We know now that the Solar Year is closer to 365 days, 5 hrs, 48 minutes and 45 .2 seconds.

The Julian Calendar was therefore “out” by about 11 minutes each year. This error was not noticeable during the days of the Roman Empire.  This small error was later corrected by Pope Gregory X111 in 1582, ( Gregorian Calendar).

So a very Happy Roman New Year to One and All!

As well as Calends, Nones and Ides were all important days in a Roman month.  Nones was the day of the moon’s first quarter, and Ides, the full moon.  Calends was the 1st of the month, Ides, the 13th or the 15th  of the month , depending on the month’s length and Nones always 8 days before Ides. Under the Julian Calendar, these days kept their original names but lost their association with phases of the moon.

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Thank you for your patience in the reading of so much background information: as you can see I got a little carried away with all the connections that suddenly became apparent!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four Years Ago…

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Four years ago…

We made our Wedding vows.

We stood before the mighty Cuillins shrouded in mist and mystery,

Promising… ” to give each other all of our love,

To be always truthful and honest with each other,

To respect and in all things consider the other before all others,

And to be one in heart, mind and spirit, now and forever”.

The mountains were veiled from our view,

But we felt their presence and strength

And together with the encircling golden eagles,

Effortlessly and skilfully riding the wind currents,

We invited all of Creation to bear witness and testimony,

To our marriage vows,

Four years ago…

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Before family and friends, our hands were joined, our wrists bound

In an ancient ceremony of hand fasting…

Three braids intertwined…You, me and the Light of the World,

Entwining our lives together and bringing us to

Truth, Consciousness and Bliss,

Four years ago…

Hands still fastened and in a moment of silence,

We gazed and fell into the eternal pools of the others’ eyes…

Here indeed was Beauty and Eternity, unending and unconditional Love,

Conjoining of souls and spirits, hearts and minds,

Where the very rocks and flowers cried out in confirmation.

Four years ago…

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Rumi’s words, magical pearls of wisdom and enlightenment

Flowed beautifully and lovingly from your lips…

“Happy is the moment when we sit together,

With two forms, two faces, yet one soul,

You and I.

The flowers will bloom forever,

The birds will sing their eternal song,

The moment we enter the garden,

You and I.

The stars of heaven will come to watch us

And we will show them the light of the full moon,

You and I.

No more thoughts of “you” and “I”,

Just the bliss of union…

Joyous, alive, free of care,

You and I.

All the bright-winged birds of heaven

Will swoop down to drink of our sweet water…

The tears of our laughter,

You and I.

What a miracle of fate, us sitting here.

Even at the opposite ends of the earth

We would still be together,

You and I.

We have one form in this world,

Another in the next,

To us belongs an eternal heaven,

The endless delight of

You and I.”

Four years ago…

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With the placing of a celtic rose-gold wedding band on my finger,

You gave me a symbol of your unending love and faithfulness,

Reminder today of the vows and covenant we made on that day,

And that our heavenly Father, like a loving Mother,

Encircles all that is…

Above and below, to right and to left,

Behind and in front, now and forever…

Four years ago…

We asked the sun to bring us new energy by day,

The moon to softly restore us by night,

The rain to wash away our worries,

The breeze to blow new strength into our being,

And all the days of our lives to walk

Gently through the world and to know its’ beauty.

Four years ago…

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With prayers invoking the deep peace

Of running wave and quiet rocks,

Of endless sky and the mountains here,

And of the Son of Peace…

Our beautiful and magical ceremony ended.

And then…

We celebrated and feasted, drank and marked the occasion

To haunting strains of Scottish airs flowing from flute and fiddle,

Against backdrop of turbulent, swirling seas and gusty winds

In which floated the secretive islands of Eigg, Rum and Canna.

Atop the windy Ridge, in a house called Taigh Druim,

Overlooking the ancient village and harbour of Elgol,

Old Norse for Holy Hill, a sacred and blesséd place indeed,

We merrily whiled away the evening and night,

In the good company of family and friends,

Warm and safe, secure and serenely happy,

A perfect day indeed with a perfect ending…

BLISS.

Four years ago…

Today…

Happy is the moment when we sit together

Surrounded by the garden we are tending,

Together…

You and I.

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Wedding invitation, watercolour and ink.

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For my husband…With all my Love,

Four years ago…

1st June 2011,  Taigh Druim, Elgol, Isle of Skye, Scotland.

Humility

Who gave the name Sprout to the humble Sprout?

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I stand humbled and take my hat off.

Well done that Belgian man from Brussels

For your deep-rooted horticultural wisdom!

Spot on where your Cruciferae are concerned.

Last week smugly surveying my handiwork,

Assorted array of seeds nestling and tucked into

Inviting compost-filled seed ” beds”/ trays,

I pondered…

Which little head is going to awaken first,

Gleefully push the covers off to reveal

Two Spring green cotyledons arising

To face the morning, greenhouse sun.image

You got it.

Bingo!

The Sprout was the first to sprout.

Funny that…

No longer can the humble Sprout be deemed “humble.”

In fact, that humble Sprout has just taught me…

A HUGE lesson in Humility.

He wasn’t a Sprout at all!

And after waxing lyrical for all these lines,

I bow my head and re-ponder these thoughts…

Never ever take for granted,

Never ever assume,

‘Cos you just never ever know!

All will be revealed in the fullness of time,

As was this glorious morning

And leaves unfurled, a solitary specimen.

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