A Hares Tale: Visual and Poetic Marginalia, Eye Candy and Metaphysical Speculations

Shooting Star

O Holy One, I ran through the fields and gathered flowers of a thousand colors — And now I pour them out at Your feet. Their beauty and their brightness shout for joy at Your Presence. You created the flowers of the fields and made each one far more lovely that all the skill [any person] could design. Accept my joy alone with theirs, this field of blossoms at Your feet. Holy One, as the wind blows through these flowers…

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The Scripture of the Golden Eternity

Singularity – Gwyllm Llwydd I have been in interesting communications with various folks around the world, hatching ideas and plans. I feel almost giddy with the possibilities opening up art and literature wise, so much to get done at this point. I am publishing the magazine, and launching it in the next couple of days, and have begun on a couple of new projects in the print field as well. The art is flowing again, and life seems wide open…

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Horizons

‘Our Lady Of The Inner Journey’ – Gwyllm Llwydd I hope you enjoy the selections for Turfing. I was writing about politics and all, but frankly, I am done on that account. The magazine is close to being done, if I could but concentrate a bit better. I went through 2 minor surgeries in the last 2 days, so I am not as sparky as usual. I really like what is in Turfing for this edition. I hope you like…

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The Eternal

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground. – Dante Alighieri Jean Delville – L’Ecole de Platon (the school of Plato) Well, this finds us mid month. We have been working on several projects, with some success. I am bouncing back from my surgery that I had earlier in the month. My nose is on the mend, thankfully. Mary & I celebrated her birthday, and our 34th year of marriage…

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Gaze In

Hey there. Been a couple of weeks. It has been kinda up and down, trying to tie loose ends up on the magazine, and almost, almost there. I am waiting for an introduction for an article, which isn’t seeming to be coming, so I must go forward early this week to publishing. I had surgery earlier this week for Basal Cell Carcinoma on the old probiscus. I thought it would be a reasonable size, but I had no idea really.…

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Sol Return

The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make. – William Morris (Giulio Romano (1499-1546) Tribute to Apollo) So, here we are in the days of Lugh, my patron deity. Warm sun, soft wind, fresh air. So much to be thankful for. I have spun around the sun another time, and it has been a great year. So much done, with family and friends, with…

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Lucid

Lucid: (as in dreams) I have been having astounding lucid dreams as of late. They are almost visionary in their message, it seems like I am entering a new phase. Life is good, and sweet. My dreams talk about a wondrous approach to life, taking nothing granted but being prepared for greater beauty, greater challenges and freedom. They speak of a new experience unfolding. I hope you enjoy this entry. I put it together last week, and I was awaiting…

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Primitive

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell. – Buddha Dear Friends, I’ve taken a hiatus from Turfing, and Earthrites blogging for the last month. (as you may have noticed) Frankly, I have been overwhelmed by the work outside of Caer Llwydd, and trying to finish up the magazine for publication among other things, like Rowan…

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The Travelers

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. – Lao Tzu ~~ This edition of Turfing is dedicated to our wandering Walker. As a young man I lived extensively on the road, I traveled by freight train, hitchhiking, walking of course, to and fro across the US, then across the Mid Pacific and Europe. I was constantly moving along, busking and working as opportunity presented itself. I slept where I could, in communes, parks, garages,…

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