voices call in solitude

(a small detour  from my beloved Tales of the Tuatha  ) A few impressions from my evening walk Solitude is noisy. Senses alert Wind humming and leaves pattering, Swoosh of heron wings on a mirror that shivers silver, and beats a rhythmic lap against the patient little bark, Graciously singing her neglect   seagulls dip and dive, the tide…

Tales of the Tuatha (chapters 9 & 10 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

Tuatha Tales #9 Aine’s Blessing With dismay she watched as the raven flew off across a field   The sky was ominous and she knew  she would need to avoid the shadows so she prayed  for Aine to guide her.  She followed as best she could until she came once again to a forest clearing….

Moods and Monochrome

Explorations in Monochrome with other artists and photographers I always loved grainy old photos and the lives and moments of a time gone by that they capture. I watched and loved the 1935 film of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream by Max Rheinhardt; The cinematography is magical, the light and shadow perfectly ethereal for this enchanting…

Tales of the Tuatha (chapter8 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

this is chapter 8 of my 100 word tales ( click on Tales of the Tuatha on sidebar for all) The Raven’s Dream Niamh could not bring herself to go down to the river. She was not ready for more memories.  She looked back and it seemed as though bridge and hillside were dissolving into…

Tales of the Tuatha (chapters 6 &7 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

Tuatha Tales #6 The dream of a dream She began to shiver slightly as she looked out on the estuary from the bridge of her third dream. “Bran, oh sweet Bran!” she thought. That mischievous boy! She remembered the day they were playing by the river bank. A horse of shining blue white suddenly appeared…

More “Tales of the Tuatha” chapters 3-5 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

Tuatha Tales #3 She discovered one that had rolled up against a tree.  This was going to be very troublesome she thought as she picked it up quickly. There had been nine dreams in the pouch including the one that had begun her quest in the early morning light- and still no spring was in…

More “tales of the Tuatha” (chapter #2 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

As she followed the way deeper into the woodland, Niamh became confused. She looked at Etain’s map.  So, was it right or left at the tree by the little stream? Something definitely was wrong and nothing looked familiar. Should she go back to the beginning? She untied the small pouch on her belt that contained…

Craigflower Farm

 A short story the farm and manor  a little history of  one of  the heritage sites in Victoria, BC, in story form She watched and waited, hoping to see the children walking home from the old school house just over the bridge. It was only a short distance away.  She thought wistfully of the summer…