Through days and miles, I close my eyes and see the wondrous faces of Noble Silence.
Dim lit room – candles flickering – features softened. Some weary from a day of feasting on the senses - others radiant upon reflection of the ancestors and saints gone by.
Silently – we form a circle – entering meditative prayer through reading and ritual. We bow our heads with soft-focused eyes until the words of the first bubble to the surface.
Palms together – gentle nod – the words flow. Some brief – others a longer story. They wash over me – absorbing me in the soft light – the dark of night surrounding us beyond.
A bow to finish and the silence rests upon us again.
castledermot graveyard ©lucy
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9 comments:
I have some roots in Ireland. Every time I read one of your posts about that wondrous country, I feel the tug to go there.
That is really beautiful. Pamela
Oh.
I could gaze into that photo all day.
maureen-i say go for it!!
thanks, pamela. miss you!
sue - oh???
me, too, pollinatrix.
glad you all stopped by and said hi!
Oh as in, "ohhhhh"
:)
Lucy,
Loving your Ireland photos! And this reflection is even more beautiful to me having been in that circle with you.
xoxoxo
Lucy, I have had this ceremony blessing and holding me for two days. Nature is honest, but filled with mystery and silence. Her every ending opens a new beginning, that's today. Love.
SS & kigen - i am blessed to have you each in my circle. xoxoox
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