I did actually wash my face in the dew this morning. The dew in the Scottish Highlands, in the hills, in a forest clearing. It was irresistable. The sun, still hung low through the larches, swinging rainbows in the jewels on the grass, the beads it had transformed from hoary frost. I raised my face to the parent sun to dry and worshipped at the pagan altar on this day the first of May, the month in which I was born. Snow still lingers on the highest peaks. I removed my gloves and fell on bended knee: marry me with the moss, the rocks, the anemones, the swift burn, the great skies.
I love you so, earth and sun.
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Happy Mayday, Lixtroll. I must say, your troll hideaway has lots of atmosphere. Must pop in again.
The place where we live does invite us to worship doen't it - were you really up that early?
Hope you slept well Lixtroll, I'm opening the door later !!
Love your drawings, a childrens book illustrator ?
What a beautiful , holy piece of writing. Your pictures are stunning, tender , deeply evocative of that world that you describe.
True prayer is joy said St Francis.
Joy, passion, the divine are all here.
Thank you.
Really, truly magical Lixtroll. Gave me goosebumps.
Just lurve that picture, Toady
Just love that marry me line, lixtroll. marry me with Mayday moss -- your prayer a poem too.
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