At last, a very recent picture--November 2007. I am off on the road again and all of the strange things are happening that accompany my travels on a regular basis. This quote from WB Yeats reminded me of the strageness that is my life these days. Down by the sally gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the sally gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
...She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
William Butler Yeats
Down by the Sally Gardens
Well, my heart is not full of tears, but I am certainly having a lot of flashbacks to the old days. Just about every ex-husband (I have three of these) and/or boyfriend I've had in the last 20 years (too many to count) as well as friends--some just released from jail--have contacted me in the last few months. It is getting crowded in my memories and in my out box for emails. I wish I could go back with each of you and "bid (you) take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree," once more again with me. I have such memories, so many awe-inspiring moments.
Whatever happened to the Branwenn who danced madly, skyclad at Starwood? Where is she now? How do I rediscover her? The Branwenn whose feral growls reached up nto the night with howls of passion and Goddess inspired visions. It is too soon for her to grow old and dim.
To ALL of you I say--I remember.
Brightest Blessings and Love--
Branwenn
