She Moved Through the Fair

I find the best things at the library sales. This week there was a cd of Loreena Mckennitt's, "Elemental." I have other cd's of hers, but not this one. She features a lot of narrative poetry in her work, which is absolutely stunning. You should check out her works such as, "The Highwayman," and "The Lady of Shalott."
On the Elemental album there is a song called, "She moved Through the Fair," that is beautiful and haunting and I find myself putting it on repeat and repeat in the car. Here are the lyrics:

My love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And me Father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
Then she stepped away from me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
She went her way homeward with one star awake
As the swans in the evening move over the lake

The people were saying, "No two e'er were wed
But one has a sorrow that never was said"
And she smiled as she passed me with her goods and her gear
And that was the last that I saw of my dear

I dreamed it last night that my true love came in
So softly she entered, her feet made no din
She came close beside me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"

And here is The Highwayman if you want to hear it. Just beautiful.

Please Take it That Way

This is absolutely meant as a political statement so please take it that way - {in the nicest way possible for me right now}.

Inside and Outside

Bushy Park in Winter by Dave Potts

As the days go back to being just a little longer and you can look out the window and still see twilight for enchanted lingering moments, my little heart leaps for delight inside, each and every time I glance outside. Time is ticking, light is stretching her tendrils back into my existence, and I am so content.