I have been trying to get to the story about Rowan’s adventures down to Ashland, at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival… Almost there, but this is a nice sojourn along the way.
Very busy, working at 3 different locations which is a bit wearing. I hope to get sometime off soon to get up the road to visit with my dad, who at 87 is now having some problems walking about. He is a tough one, but his hips are playing up. I pray I have his drive at his age. Amazing really.
Talked to Mike Crowley today, it was most pleasant. Whilst we were talking a raging mad man came down the road. Mary says he was around last night as well. Wild times on the block…
Craziness this month with communications, etc. Does anyone know what the astrological aspects are?
Bright Blessings,
Gwyllm
On The Menu:

The Linkage

A Greek Folktale: The Fox and her Child

Ancient Greek Poetry….

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The Linkage:

In Google Earth, a Service for Scanning the Heavens

Egypt footprint ‘could be oldest’

The Worlds’ Oldest Piece of Chewing Gum?

Swatlando… and this is where our tax money goes…

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A Greek Folktale: The Fox and her Child
Along time ago there lived deep in a forest a fox and her child. On a cold winter’s night the fox and her child ventured out to find something to eat.
Walking through the forest they fox and her child could find nothing to eat and the mother began to loose hope. What would she feed her child she thought? She feared that soon they would perish.
The fox and her child walked on and on and finally at a far distance they could see a fire and slowly they creped towards it. The mother was hesitant as she knew that it was people who had alit the fire and that could mean danger for her and her child.
Even in her fear the mother wished to play a prank on the child and from the far distance lifted her hands up to warm herself from the fire. The child then looked at the mother and said, “Mother what are you doing?” The mother replied, “I’m warming myself.”
A short while passed an the child then lifted its’ hands as well copying the mother. The mother looking at her child asked, “What are you doing?” to which the child replied “Warming myself”. With its’ actions the child showed that it was just as smart as its’ mother if not smarter. The mother then giggled realizing that her child had replied to her in kind.

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Ancient Greek Poetry….

There is a saying about virtue:
She nestles in rough untrodden rocks

And reigns a divine, sacred land.

Not all mortals can see her.

Only those,
whose burning desire in their heart

leads them to the greatest deeds

-Simonides

Rough is the road to happiness
A lot of sweat put the immortal gods

to the forefront of the virtue reaching endeavor.

Long and hard and painful

the road to happiness in the begining.

But when you get there,

it becomes so easy

and pleasant that you forget

all the hardships that preceded.

-Hesiod


My lyre sings only songs of love
I, too, wish to sing of heroic deeds

(about the Atreides, and about Kadmus),

but the lyre’s strings

can only produce sounds of love.

Recently, I changed the strings,

and then the lyre itself,

and tried to sing of the feats of Hercules,

but still the lyre kept singing songs of love.

So, fare well, you heroes!

because my lyre sings only songs of love.

-Anacreon


In praise of Justice
I praise the all-seeing , shine-faced Dike

who sits beside the throne of Zeus

and from heaven she oversees

the life and conduct of all mankind,

coming upon the unjust as just avenger

and bringing close the opposites

on the basis of truth and equality.

Because not all evil thoughts, urging men

towards acquisition of more in unjust ways,

are easily discernible.
But you, enemy of the wrong doers,

immediately come upon them and punish,

while being good with the righteous.
Come, goddess, be fair with the fair minded

Till the destined end of life comes.

-Orphic hymn

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