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Roisin-Teagan  |
Posted: 05-Nov-2003, 12:57 AM
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a ragamuffin of Eireann
Group: Ireland
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Joined: 25-Jul-2003
Zodiac: Elder
Realm: South Louisiana
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| QUOTE (Celeste of the Stars1 @ Nov 5 2003, 12:40 AM) | I just wanted to let you know I think your poems are beautiful!!!
Please keep writing, the gods have given you a great gift! |
For some of us, it takes a long time to realize God has placed a gift of writing our hearts. The words ebb and flow at first, but with illumination the spring gushes forth. Thank you for your kind words. I would say the same to you---keep writing as you search for your true voice and vision! 
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Roisin-Teagan
"There, in that hand, on that shoulder under that chin---all of its lightness delicately balanced and its strings skillfully bowed---it becomes a voice."---Rich Mullins
"At 18, if you have oversized aspirations, the whole world sees you as a dreamer. At 40, you get the reputation for being a visionary." ---Rich Mullins
"God gives the gifts where He finds the vessel empty enough to receive them."---C.S. Lewis
Éire go Brách!
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| Elspeth |
Posted: 06-Nov-2003, 08:54 PM
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Celtic Guardian
Group: Wales
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Joined: 24-Jun-2003
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| QUOTE (silverdragon @ Nov 6 2003, 06:21 PM) | | QUOTE (barddas @ Nov 6 2003, 08:58 AM) | Autumn draws her quilt of colors close
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Nice one.
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Hey 'Old Fool"! I couldn't agree with Silver Dragon more!  I Love it. Have to ask, did your Christmas thread inspire the last line? 'Old Woman' Elspeth
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Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.
- Frederick Buechner
If society prospers at the expense of the intangibles,
how can it be called progress?
-LLP
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| Aaediwen |
Posted: 13-Nov-2003, 07:12 PM
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Celtic Guardian
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I purchased Connie Dover's The Border of Heaven yesterday, and while I was listening to it today, I thought of something. Although the music changed so radically between the isles and, in this case, the American frontier; the roots still sound strong. The style of music that Connie portrays on this CD is quite diffrent from what I'm used to. But the storytelling in it is the same, and the Celtic roots can still be heard. While I was listening to it today, I slipped the following into Notepad:
The story telling tradition lives strong
So much of the day's music loses this quality to commericialism
The traditions of the olden days, of the bardic history, they survuve first
and foremost in the retesllings of the old stories
the same, age old songs and ballads
told, and retold; sung and resung generation to generation
even today's best songs, many of them tell a story in this tradition
the song which tells a story, carries the strongest emotion
tales of hardship, tales of joy
tales of comedy, and thise of tears
'tis these which endure, because they are more than a poem, and they are
more than music
they are history, told and retold
each tells a story that would otherwise be forgotten
indeed, the wonderful stories that are preserved in these songs are
forgotten by those who are not familiar with the style of music in which it
is preserved
Just a thought No, I have not spellchecked it. Nor do I intend to unless I do something more with it, which may happen.
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| Roisin-Teagan |
Posted: 14-Nov-2003, 02:06 AM
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a ragamuffin of Eireann
Group: Ireland
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Joined: 25-Jul-2003
Zodiac: Elder
Realm: South Louisiana
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'Tis so true Aaediwen.
As one poet/singer/songwriter once sung:
"Momma, I've got two strong hands
and they're fine as far as hands go
I can shoulder the future, I can face
the wind
for the dream that I must follow
it's a dream that could kill with
it's beauty
it's a hurt that can heal with its pain
but with all these miles that lie before me
I may never get home again
but I'll carry the songs I learned when
we were kids
I'll carry the scars of generations
gone by
I'll pray for you always and I promise
you this
I'll carry on, I'll carry on
I kissed the earth on my daddy's grave
said goodbye to my brave
young companions
but when they hoist the sail I know my
heart will break
as bright and as fine as the morning
and I don't know where this road will
take me
but they say there's a place there for
a man
and I'm only afraid that my dreams may
betray me
and I'll never get home again...
but I'll carry the songs I learned when
we were kids
I'll carry the scars of generations
gone by
I'll pray for you always and I promise
you this
I'll carry on, I'll carry on
oh, I can shoulder the future, I can brave
the wind
oh, we go on, we go on but we never get
home again"
By Rich Mullins/Beaker copyright 1993 Edward Grant Inc. (ASCAP)/Kid Brothers of St. Frank Publishing
Rich Mullins passed away in 1997. He was an awesome songwriter. He never wrote any of his songs down---he wrote them on the piano, on his hammered dulcimer, or the guitar and stored them in his head. I think his song "I'll Carry On" illuminates our rich history and legacy of story-telling through song. 
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