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Saturday, 5 September 2015

A hiding place

A hiding Place

Hi dear friends and followers. Today I would like to share with you one of my fantasy dreams I had some time back. Hope you enjoy and thank you very much for visiting my blog
I have me one of those hiding places too, where no one can bother me, and no one knows where it is. This is a special place that resides right inside my head, like it is way, way far away but in mind travel, it is but the wink of an eye.

This land is lush with emerald green forests and tall purple grassy plains, like a sea awash with undulating waves of every brightly colored blooms every where the eye could see .

And, ah, my goodness, how amazingly pretty is the bright blue sun-spangled stream that snakes its way lazily into the large turquoise lake just out of sight over yonder. You can hear the euphonious song birds as well as background symphony other wildlife sounds coming from the nearby forest.
A light breeze arises ruffling my long hair as I walk down a grassy slope towards my left, and behold, this was where I had discovered the turquoise lake in all of its grand beauty! I stop, putting one hand over my heart and the other over my mouth, then I drop slowly to my knees in awe at this grand beauty. I see tiny wavelets being stirred by the soft southerly breeze. Suddenly the entire surface of the lake appears to to be covered with sparkles, like magical fairy dust.

As I lie on the soft, tall grass the sighing of the pine needles in the majestic old pines above me almost lulls me to sleep. Just as I am about to drift away lulled by the warm sun, I catch some movement out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh goodness!," I looked towards that stone yonder, a movement near this stone was what caught my attention. I watched this really precious little creature, a white furry little thing scrambling to get under the rock. Another large creature with dark gray fur about the size of a fully grown bear, apparently giving chase to the little one, stopped at the stone, moved back and forth sniffing a few times, then shook it's head and snorted then just saunters away in to the woods, giving up the chase, I hoped. After the big one left I walked over to the stone and looked under it.
Yes, the little one was still there, its little eyes shining and blinking on and off in the dark under the rock. I extended my arms out towards the little guy. He just ran out from under that old rock and jumped into my arms and proceeded rub it's head against my chest and curled up, mewling in comfort.

Composed by Cynthia 
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Friday, 4 September 2015

Three short poems by me

Three short poems by me
Hi dear friends and followers, today I wish to share with you three more short poems composed by me. Thank you for visiting my blog

Stars in the night

A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx
the millions of stars that twinkle,
Night is a time of peace,
a time to relax and unwind, 
They have a message to tell, 
When you have calmed
and the tension of the day will cease, 
Night is the time to surrender to dreams,
Then shall Life be seen in a different light
It will change for better than seem,
Good night to you my dear, 
Sleep well without any fear, 
and may you be in the light of peace
Valley Of Light, River Of Peace 
A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx
Where the old highway ends,
I sat at the edge of the old bridge,
dangling my feet over the freezing cold river.
Time out here seems to cease to exist.
It doesn't feel that long ago
since the last day I sat here,
but, then, the sense of time 
in this place is deceiving. 
Here in the Valley of Light as I lay 
and listened to bird songs.
This haven, so peaceful, and so pure,
is so easily found yet out of sight
from the searching eyes of the world-at-large.
It all seems Iike it is so very far way,
like a bad dream fading, 
it seems in these stolen moments when I felt secure
Flowers in the season
A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx
The wind swirls round and round 
as the flowers dance and sway. 
Watch them swing in the summer breeze
like brightly clothed ballerinas; 
their petals sparkle in the sunshine!
the dancing flowers brighten your day
as they welcome the warmth and sunshine
of the happy spring and summer.
So are the days brightened by their dance.
But as the days of spring and summer dwindle
they will dance no more.
So enjoy their dance today,
like there will be no tomorrow!
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Thursday, 3 September 2015

Fauns


Fauns

Hi dear friends and followers. For today's entry I have a short history of the Faun legends for you which I find to be interesting. Makes one wonder if these legends point to some species of beings that may have roamed this world before we humans came into being. Thank you for visiting my blog
History, Facts and Information about The Fauns

Forest Faun
The faun (Latin: faunus, Ancient Greek: φαῦνος, phaunos, pronounced [pʰaynos]) is a rustic forest god or goddess (genii) of Roman mythology often associated with enchanted woods and the Greek god Pan and his satyrs.

The faun is a half human–half goat (from the head to the waist being human, but with the addition of goat horns) manifestation of forest and animal spirits that would help or hinder humans at whim. Romans believed fauns inspired fear in men traveling in lonely, remote or wild places. They were also capable of guiding humans in need, as in the fable of The Satyr and the Traveller, in the title of which Latin authors substituted the word Faunus.

Fauns and satyrs were originally quite different creatures: whereas fauns are half-man and half-goat, satyrs originally were depicted as stocky, hairy, ugly dwarfs or woodwoses with the ears and tails of horses or asses. Satyrs also were more woman-loving than fauns, and fauns were rather foolish where satyrs had more knowledge.
Ancient Roman mythological belief also included a god named Faunus and a goddess named Fauna who were goat people

The content of this article provides interesting history, facts and information about the Fauns of Roman mythology, stories and legends.
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The Fauns
The Fauns, a species of demi-gods, inhabiting the forests were called also Sylvani. They were sons of Faunus and Fauna, or Fatua, king and queen of the Latins, and though accounted demi-gods, were supposed to die after a long life. Arnobius, indeed, has shown that their father, or chief, lived only one hundred and twenty years. The Fauns were Roman deities, unknown to the Greeks. The Roman Faunus was the same with the Greek Pan; and as in the poets we find frequent mention of Fauns, and Pans, or Panes, in the plural number, most probable the Fauns were the same with the Pans, and all descended from one progenitor.
The Romans called them Fauni and Ficarii. The denomination Ficarii was not derived from the Latin ficus a fig, as some have imagined, but from ficus, fici, a sort of fleshy tumor or excrescence growing on the eyelids and other parts of the body, which the Fauns were represented as having. They were called Fauni, a fando, from speaking, because they were wont to speak and converse with men; an instance of which is given in the voice that was heard from the wood, in the battle between the Romans and Etrurians for the restoration of the Tarquins, and which encouraged the Romans to fight. We are told that the Fauni were husbandmen, the Fauns vine-dressers, and the Sylvani those who cut down wood in the forests.

They were represented with horns on their heads, pointed ears, and crowned with branches of the pine, which was a tree sacred to them, whilst their lower extremities resembled those of a goat.

Horace makes Faunus the guardian and protector of men of wit, and Virgil, a god of oracles and predictions. Faunus is described by Ovid with horns on his head, and crowned with the pine tree.
The Fauns

The content of this The Fauns category on life in Ancient Rome provides free educational details, facts and information for reference and research for schools, colleges and homework. Refer to the Colosseum Sitemap for a comprehensive search on interesting different categories containing the history, facts and information about Ancient Rome.
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Wednesday, 2 September 2015

The Selkie wife

The Selkie Wife
A Scottish Folktale

Hi dear friends and followers, today I would like to share a Scottish selkie legend. 
There are many selkie legends around about but this one I thought was kind of a unique little story
Really interesting story
We are of the sea. We spend our days and nights diving deep below the swells and waves or playing in the shallows with the sun warming our bodies or the moon painting our flesh silver. 

We are of the sea but the land calls to us, and sometimes we come. Our kind can be foolish, and at times we are caught by mortals. When we walk upon the land, we shed our sea-skins-our sealskins-and when we would do this, we can be caught, for we are Selkies, and you *have many tales of us.

Long ago, on a wild Scottish coast, a fisherman spent all day at sea, but he caught only a few very small fish.

As the sun began to set, the fisherman still had only a meager catch, but when night fell, he rowed to shore and beached his little boat.
As he walked toward his little cottage across the pebbly beach, he heard beautiful voices singing a sweet, high, lyrical and lovely tune, a song more beautiful than any he had ever heard.

He turned toward the sound and saw what few have ever seen. There, near the water, a dozen Selkie people were laughing and playing and singing. The fisherman could not believe his eyes. Few ever saw the seal folk who now and then cast aside their skins, and took on human forms to play onshore.

The fisherman stood and stared but when the Selkie people noticed him, they quickly dived into the sea, and slipping beneath the rolling waves, they disappeared.
"I must a been dreamin'," said the fisherman aloud, and again he turned toward his cottage. But something nagged at him, so he turned again, and this time he noticed something sleek and shiny lying on a rock. He walked closer, and now he saw: It was a seal skin.

"No one will ever believe I've seen the Selkies unless I show them this," he said, and so he leaned over and picked up the skin and slung it over his shoulder.

And as he walked, he whistled, and then he suddenly stopped. "My, what a fine penny I'll earn by selling this."

And just as he said this, he heard footsteps close behind him, and fearing a thief, he quickly turned to look.

Now there was no thief behind him. No indeed. It was an exquisitely beautiful young woman standing there, but she was weeping so hard, it nearly caused the fisherman's heart to break.

"Beautiful lady," he said, "why do you weep?"

She sniffed and looked into his eyes. "Kind sir," she said, choking back tears, "you have my sealskin. Kindly give it back, for I belong to the Selkies, and I cannot live under the sea without my skin."

The fisherman could not stop staring. You see, he had fallen in love at first sight, and because he was a young man, and terribly headstrong, he thought he must keep her with him. He clutched the sealskin to his chest, pressing it to his pounding heart.

"Dear lady," he said gently, "be my wife, for I have fallen madly in love with you, and without your sealskin, you'll have to live on land. I'll make you happy, that I promise."

"Please sir," she cried, "my folk will be so worried. I must go home. Never could I be happy on land."

But the young man was stubborn. He was that way. So he smiled as sweetly as he could, bowed his head and bent down on one knee. "Dear woman, my cottage is a cozy place. I'll keep you warm by the fire, I'll feed you plentifully all the fresh fish you could ever wish to eat. I promise you will live a happy life on land as my bride."

The young woman felt helpless without her skin. "I fear I must go home with you until you will return my skin," said she, and saying this, he took her hand and led her to his home.

For many weeks the fisherman kept the sealskin with him for he feared his bride-to-be would steal it and slip away. But after a while, the sweet lady began to settle in to this life on land, and when the fisherman saw she felt happy, he stuffed the skin inside a crevice in the chimney. "There my girl will never find it," he said to himself.

Another month went by, and they married, and time passed very nicely indeed. They led a happy life, for though the fisherman was stubborn, he was also kind and generous. He truly loved his wife, and he always worked hard to make her happy.

After a while the Selkie woman grew to love her stubborn husband, and sometimes she would sing to him. Those nights he was the happiest man in the world.

And as the years passed, the couple had seven children, and the Selkie woman loved these lads and lassies with all her heart.
Most of the time the family was very happy, though every once in a while the children would find their mother on the beach, gazing wistfully out to sea. They would circle her and ask, "Mother, why do you look so sad?"

And she would shake her head and kiss their foreheads. "Never you mind," she told her children, "I've only been dreaming too long."
One day the fisherman and the three eldest children went out in their boat to catch fish. The next three walked to the village to buy some bread and milk and the mother and her youngest son stayed home alone.

Now the mother looked out the window and watched the waves crashing onshore. Far in the distance she noticed, on the slick, black rocks, a band of seals playing and barking. She sighed deeply, and her eyes filled with tears.

Her youngest son ran to her side. "Mother, what's wrong?" he asked. "Whenever you look out to sea, you grow so sad."
Without thinking she turned and said, "I'm sad because I was born in the sea. It's the home to which I never can return because your father hid my sealskin."

Now the boy, like all children in Scotland, had heard tales of the Selkie folk, so right away he knew what his mother must be, and he ran to the fireplace, reached up and pulled the sealskin from its hiding place. He held it out to his mother.

"How did you find it?" she asked, astonished at the sight of her skin.

"One day I was here alone with father," said the boy, "and he took this from its hiding place and stared at it. I knew it was special, and now I understand what it is."

The woman embraced the sealskin, and then she reached for her child and embraced him. "My darling," she whispered, "I will always love you," and then, clasping sealskin to her heart, she ran outside and down to the sea.

She slipped into her skin and dived into the bracing water.
Soon after that moment, as they were heading home the fisherman and his children rowed past a group of seals. As they passed, the fisherman noticed a sleek young seal gazing at the boat, a strange expression on her face. And just as they were motoring out of sight, he heard that seal cry, a plaintive sound, and then she disappeared underwater. 

When the fisherman arrived home, he learned what had happened, and he felt his heart breaking in two. But he understood his son was a loving boy. He was braver and more generous than the fisherman had ever been.

Forever afterwards the fisherman and the children missed the Selkie Woman, but knowing she was happy in the world where she belonged gave them a measure of joy.
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Tuesday, 1 September 2015

More poems composed by me


Hi dear friends and followers, today I wish to share with you two more poems composed by me. Thanks you visiting my blog
 
Setting the mind free
A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx 
A short verse by me Cindy
Set your mind free and fly my dear friends! 
Be a free spirit and soar like the eagle;
leave the heaviness of life behind you
and just for this one moment,
for a heart beat in eternity,
rise above the mountain tops;
be one with Nature, breathe in her essence.
The day of great change will soon be upon us.
The day when the great empires shall fall,
and we shall be set free. Free to start over again, 
The greatest adjudication ever to be made,
by all humankind will be at hand.
If we are to survive, will we repeat the same errors
that our predecessors made? 
Or will we remain free from the disease of greed and power?
And live as equals. 

I Fly
A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx 

I fly over hills, 
past the meadow green, 
Thorough the forest I streak,
Over rivers and ponds!
Through flood and fire,
field and marsh,
above them I fly - 
but where will I stay?
Swifter than the sun
I am by day;
by the silver moon at night
I make my way!
I am a fairy messenger 
in the service of my Queen!
I deliver the orbs that shines by night 
for the weary heart and those who believe 
that the fairies do bring them
for their joy and delight.
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Monday, 31 August 2015

Three short poems composed by me


Welcome to my blog dear friends and followers, today I would like to share three more of my short poems. Thank you very much for visiting and reading, 

Misty Forest
A short poem by me +Cindy Groulx


On the Misty forest floor cold,
To caverns deep like dungeons of old,
We must make our away, 

before the break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted realm.
of dwarves of yesteryear

born on mighty spells,
While hammers fell loudly
shaping metal swords 

deep in the forest dark
did the sound of metal on metal ring out

down Into the hollow valleys beneath
from the mountain forest above
Then all fell silent, 
except for the whispering wind
in the tall trees above

The Lady of the forest, 
Short poem by me +Cindy Groulx 


Mistress of the Deep Realms, 
the Queen of the Underland
Ageless is her appearance
Born of the Northern witches
In her serpent form, she is great, 
shining, and green as poison; 
in her human form, she is a very beautiful woman,
tall and graceful, and always dressed in green

Dance little one, dance, 
A short poem by me  +Cindy Groulx 

Dance little one Dance,
 Dance with the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow, 

and dream of sunshine and flowers.
Dance where butterflies and fairies compete,
for a place in the sunbeams,
streaming down through the trees. 
Dance, dance little one, like a dervish,
dancing on a sunbeam,
dance with the mayflies,
fairies and and butterflies
to the musical melody of the leprechaun's panpipe. 

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Sunday, 30 August 2015

Assortment of poems

Assortment of poems

Hi dear friends and followers. Below I Assortment of short poems composed by me, +Cindy Groulx  I hope you enjoy reading them. Thank you very much for visiting my blog
Moonlight Rising
A short poem by me, Cindy

Moonlight sparkling on the pond
while fireflies blink just above the surface;
luminescent purple tropical lilies 
line the shore where the reeds
sway gently in the night breeze.
in the bright, silvery full moon rising
adding to the mystical essence
of this tiny magical island of nature.

The river of dreams
A short poem by me Cindy 
I will follow the flow
to the river to the rivers end.
each tributary 
leads me to new dreams
I remember them well 
some meandering lazily,
some turbulent
and crashing upon the rocks
Then falling, falling, 
into the depths 
deep into the turbid water. 
I slowly descended 
in silence and calmness
golden rays of sunlight
penetrating down
lighting below me,
the kingdom of my dreams
a magical underwater world
Fairy
A short poem to you by me, Cindy

If you should catch a fairy
never keep it captive
just hold her in your hand
and treat her kindly
she may sing and dance for you
to your hearts content
but remember one thing,
a fairy is not for the keeping
it has a home you see
in the forest all around you
she must be set free.

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