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True stories of the days and ways of healing.
St.Patrick's "Lorica", the Mounds & more
"Falcon", Polish-American links
A Tolkien Site with LOTR
Notes about beloved girlhood hometown
including of Animal friends & heroes
including arts & crafts ideas
"Stuff " of Fashion and Life
a memory, a start
for the love of Peter
"Art in America~Historical Outline"
"The Finest Music"
Fionn Mac Cumhail was a legendary Irish hero,
urbane, cultured and cunning, who combined elements
of warrior, seer and poet.
In one story, Fionn sparked a debate
when he asked his followers what they thought was
the finest music in the world.
"Tell us what you think," said Fionn, turning to Oisin.
"The cuckoo calling from the highest tree in the hedge,"
cried his jolly son.
"That is a good sound,"
said Fionn. "And Oscar," he asked,
"what do you think is the finest music?"
"The best music to my ears is
the ring of a spear on a shield," cried the sturdy lad.
"That is a good sound," said Fionn.
And the other champions told what best pleased them:
the bugling of a stag across water,
the baying of a melodious pack heard from afar,
the song of a lark, the laughter of a gleeful girl,
or the whisper of a moved one.
"Those are all good sounds," said Fionn.
"Tell us, chief," one ventured, "what do you think?"
"The Music of what happens," said great Fionn,
"that is the finest music in the world."
~ James Stephens, " Irish Fairy Stories" ...elle
an elle fagan wordsite
May your interest be rewarded here!
'Elle Fagan' by Mrs.Robert (Mavis) Iversen - Vernon,CT'99
I have done my best to write with great
heart and lively mind; love and humor.
I have been truthful, unless stated
otherwise in the particular piece.
The writings are copyright-protected.
Visual art at these pages is,for the
most part, incidental.
If any of it interests you, though,
The portrait above was
done by an artsgroup friend
an octogenarian, she proved...
lots of things get better with age!
Recent photo at Artist Bio.
Please feel welcome to comment.
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Intro ~ Inspiration
a very little story, to start:
A famous writer responded,
while dining out,
to a query about
the source of inspiration.
He picked up the nearest
item to his hand,
and wrote a short story,
"Love a la carte",
on the spot.
If it is what you do,
then the challenge is not
getting enough of inspiration's
results done and
shared with the world to meet
your obligation to the Muse.
As a toddler, learning to write,
alongside my drawings,
one of my first sentences
was "Done by Ellen",
scribed on the flyleaf
of a book from my Mother's
Well, some of it is done...
I hope you like it!
This thought in praise of Libraries
has earned its place on this page.
Library friends and data helped
so much in every way toward the
making of this site, and preserving
the mind of the site maker.
Injured and unable to earn through
part of this project, its message
really saved the day!...
Thank you, Rockville Public Library
and Bibliomation friends.
October's Bright Blue Weather
by Helen Hunt Jackson
O sun and skies and clouds of June
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fringes tight,
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks
In idle, golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunt
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers hour by hour
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.