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<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 03:06:24 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>A Day of Meditations - Allicia</title>
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<description><![CDATA[  Day break, sunrise, golden dawn, blue skies, stand up, reach for the sun, draw back the curtain, day has begun. morning light, valley haze, toast and porridge, waking phase.   Mid-day, sun high, bright light, clear sky, brisk walk, cows gaze, snack...]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 13:37:36 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Oak</title>
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<description><![CDATA[  O.A.K. Oak, Old As Knowledge. A wooden town, Bearing grail cups of green and brown. Shade for insects in its crinkled bark, Pools of quiet light and dark. Oak apple wasp sustained, Nesting birds contained, Flow of life maintained. In woodland glade or...]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 13:35:58 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Lughnasadh</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Lugh, Lughnasadh, Harvest and Cycle of the Year Triangular stones, called Lugh stones, Sometimes in a chamber you will find. Brilliant white and lustrous None knows the reason or the mind that placed such stones in ancient mounds but this we can be sure,...]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 13:31:39 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Samhain</title>
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<description><![CDATA[  Autumnal Feast   A chattering bird sings in the wild thistle bed, seeking seeds in each white, downy head. Strong beaked and bright eyed, this little bird, that across the red fuschias I've often heard, enjoys a feast, as it pulls and heaves, at the...]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 13:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Winter Solstice</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Clad in a warm shift, woven from the brown wool of her favourite sheep, she calmly walks towards the cliff face. Flurries of white snow settle on her arms. Light brisk brush strokes by her hand send white specks flying away. Again, her eye seeks out the...]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 14:15:48 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Elder</title>
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<description><![CDATA[In a picturesque bay where tomorrow is yesterday and today, a mermaid sits on her rock. Around her tail little fish splash in warm water, playing hide and seek amongst brown seaweed, their shadows dancing over the rippled sand. She is dreamily aware of...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:44:06 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Gnarled and Bent</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Gnarled and bent an old tree, a spirit of remembrance, stands in ancient lands. Moss and lichen spread around, covering the ancestral ground where, under the roots, a man’s white bones were laid to rest. Clad in purple, yet wrapped discrete in a linen...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:43:39 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Holly and Oak</title>
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<description><![CDATA[In a time when footprints never disappeared a young fox played, undisturbed, in the middle of sheltered woodland. His mother proudly watched the carefree antics from the shade of leafy trees. Contentedly she remembered her own youth. Many years ago she...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:39:33 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Pine</title>
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<description><![CDATA[In a time before time, long ago, where we live now had hardly any trees. Flowery meadows spread across the valley. Dusky reds, cornflower blues and sunshine yellows permeated the landscape, enhancing the vista of hay fields on fertile hillsides bursting...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:39:08 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Rowan</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Follow the sun across the sky, and in the evening you will be led into the West. Led into a Land of Fire, led into a land of profound restful beauty, a land of crimson and purple, a land of yellow and orange, a land of brilliant red. This is a land of...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:38:40 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Willow</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Far away, beyond the southern hills, towered a mountain and, beyond that, hid an enchanted land. Life there was bizarre. At a moment, time flew so quickly that the hawthorn appeared on fire with its berries burning bright autumnal red and then, in the...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:37:10 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>The Fairy Tree</title>
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<description><![CDATA[My name is Crann I Am Alive Around my roots, sticking to my finest hairs, Clings earth. Through my trunk, sucking upwards in my pith, Flows water. On my leaves, touching my chlorophyll cells, Shines fire. Tickling my body, laughing and teasing, Plays...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:36:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Chestnut</title>
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<description><![CDATA[The place where the sky meets the earth is filled with rainbows. Streaks of yellow light flash through the air. Globes of blue float on the ground. Soft white mist sways and dances over dew laden grass. Spiders weave webs amongst the leaves, butterflies...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:34:41 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Birch</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Cross over the stone bridge; keep to the pathway on the left hand bank, past the dark pool where the salmon swims, up into the forest. It’s not a long walk, not far in distance, a simple stroll through pleasing countryside. Amongst the tumbled rocks and...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:34:19 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Wise Man and Wise Woman</title>
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<description><![CDATA[It is said, fine before seven rains before eleven. ‘Poppycock! Poppycock! Come in and eat your breakfast.’ The wise man hesitated in mid rock in his chair. It was the wise woman calling. Time to leave the anticipation of the early morning sunrise. The...]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:33:53 +0000</pubDate>
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