The Queen of Fair Elfland

American Elder

             True Thomas he took off his hat, And bowed him low down to his knee: “All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven! For your peer on earth I never did see.”“O no, O no, True Thomas,” she says, “That name does not belong to me; I am but the queen of fair Elfland, And I’m come here for to visit thee. A couple of weeks ago, I made some elder flower tincture. I have done this off … [Read more...]

Perspective in Place

Train cars and wildflowers along the Southern Crescent line

Last week, I took a train trip from Atlanta to New Orleans. You can read a little more about that here and here, plus I will probably write more about the experience of being in New Orleans, as it absolutely deserves its own post (or several).  Right now though I want to talk a little bit about traveling, the process of going from one place to another, and perspective...especially what I am going to call the "medium-sized picture."Our language exhibits a bias towards "the big picture."  We a … [Read more...]

Fare Forward, Travelers…

rucksack

Eight months ago, a few months after initiating as a Bard, I went on a pilgrimage.  And I still don't really know what happened.I'm not where I started.  I was in Seattle. Then wandering paths overlooking the sea amongst standing stones and ancient chapels in Carnac , trudging up a druid hill north of Quimper, hiking up an old heathen mountain near Strasbourg, staring at reflections off water by canals and waking in strange (but welcoming) beds in Berlin.And then I was in Florida, and n … [Read more...]

Gods In-Between

"In The Gloaming" (Atkinson Grimshaw--1878)

In between day and night there is a time which is also a place.When the sun sets, but before the world has gone dark, all things fade so slowly, so imperceptibly we almost cannot notice the difference, only that something is different. The colors seem to seep from the world, trees from brown and green to grey-brown, grey-green, then grey, then black. The river below the bridge where I stood today, the hills across from that river shrouded in darkening mist, the street behind me with the rush … [Read more...]


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