Meet me there

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep. Rumi


OMG, what a day - wall to wall sunshine and the giddy heights of 21C!  I mowed the grass, did my book corrections and then went off to visit a well - a traditional activity for May/Bealtaine Eve. This little well is on the north side of the peninsula and it was looking gob-smackingly gorgeous, so blue with added hues from the bluebells - little short ones on account of the usual howling wind.. The well is dedicated to the BVM (her month is coming up) and young girls would come here to peer in the water in the hope of seeing their future husbands' faces.  The water was rather murky today in farness and I have been married a fair while now so wasn't that interested.  It was just me and two ravens, honking at each other - and at me. I sat there a while.

Don't forget to wash your faces in the dew tomorrow morning to ensure continual loveliness - you can go mad and wash the whole lot of course. And it's a good day to visit a well should there be one near you, especially if it's dedicated to the BVM. Just saying.

Now for some champagne ....

Meet me there