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na laetha geal m'oige

"In ómós do mo m'athair agus do m'atair"

Ag amharc tré m'óige
Is mé bhí sámh
Gan eolas marbh
Bhí mé óg san am,

Anois, táim buartha
's fad ar shiúil an lá.
Ochón 's ochón ó.

Na laetha geal m'óige
Bhí siad lán de dhóchas
An bealach mór a bhí romham anonn
Bhí sé i ndán domh go mbeinn, slán, slán.

enya
watermark

the bright days of my youth

(In honor of my father and mother)

Looking back over my youth
I see I was contented
Without knowledge of death
I was young then

Now I am worried
During the course of the day.
(Oh sorrow!) [Alas and woe, oh.]

The bright days of my youth
Were full of hope
The big road that was before us then
Was what was destined to be, Bye bye...

Translation by Fidelma McGinn.
English Translations of The Celts, Watermark, and Shepherd Moons.

What Am I Thinking? Don't Know

I feel like running and not ever stopping, except to look and wonder at all the beauty around me. Meet new people, make new friends, enjoy just being ... Free from it all.

~holly, journal entry, september 1997

early fall day sumac - red in a sea of green volo bog

"On this first day of fall ...

I would like to be passing the message of hope, faith, beauty, and love in life; through creativity -- using words, images, and sounds. There is light in every shadow, and hope in every darkness. I am grateful to be here, to be a part of life, and to be me." ~ Holly Marie 8-99

oak

gifted, knotty oak
gnarling up
twists pain

earth's deepest entrails
quenching thirst
skies reign

scarred, mangey bark
showing all
displays sage

weathered, timeless life
stretching on
slays shame

~ holly 5/16/2000

journal entry 1998 When it gets to be too much, a little inner warning goes off and alerts -		message from subconscious to conscious, ...
	"I need a walk, I need the trees, the forest, ...
... the water, the sky, the mountains, ...		... a great big storm may help, or the lull and quiet of a soft silent snowfall ...
	or a simple hug or contact with someone close, for relief. Being understood by others is immaterial, ..." ponderings

some lost, gone forever, yet remembered and still with me.

innermost spaces ... and sometimes
stripping all the rest,
that may be causing distractions,
is what gets you there.

holly
06.17.2000

stormy sunset

late, in summer's evening
while ground is still warm
radiating day's hot sun

we are lost exhausted and restless
I find myself climbing upon the hood of a car,
the metal much cooler from the night darkened air

I lay there, looking
with curiosity and calm
up, into the midnight skies

me (owwww)

holly marie
7-5-2000

happy birthday where ever you may be
26 years ago, yet the midnight sky remembered,
and whispered this to me.

i will not forget that time of the bus,
they bring me smiles in difficult times and are imprinted in me for all time.

night skies in the quiet silent seconds, i,
i turned off the light switch
and i, came down to meet you
in the
half light the moon left
and a
cluster of night jars
sang songs
songs out of tune,
while a mantle of bright light
shown down from the room
come down in time
frosty foggy eerie white i still her say, so clear in my ear
like it was today, yeah
come down in time, was the message she gave to me
come down in time, and i'll meet you halfway.

but i don't know if i should, have heard her as yet, but
a true love like hers is a hard love to get, ah
a walk most all the winter, i ain't heard her call
i'm getting to thinking if she's coming at all....

some hold you tight
some leave you counting, stars in the night
~ elton john - come down in time

I travelled by train across Siberia in December of 1995. Although my initial intention was to find a solitude which would allow me to work on the themes and ideas for this recording, I was drawn in and distracted by the moving tableau of humanity which passed by my window. At the same time, I had begun to make my way through Dante's "The Divine Comedy." When I returned to it, something about all those souls I had met and seen seemed to haunt me; seemed connected, somehow, to Dante's words. ~ loreena mckennit

Dante's Prayer

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
...
shoreline solitude Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
...
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When my dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me
Music/Lyrics Loreena McKennitt

pieces - word sketches, and image notes

What Am I Thinking? Don't Know

oak

ponderings