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  • The Magic of Celtic Music

     There is something enchanting in Celtic music Each new song speaks to the listener evoking in us a memory, a dream, visions of places we have never beenThe melody bestirs our senses--opening them anew to the life in the earth, the sky, the oldest trees and the youngest flowers. We feel their pulse and their spirits talk to usThe air is thick with mysteries of days long past, of the fae, of clans, and feuding lords, of women staring into the flame of a candle, wondering when their men would returnEntrancing, the notes herald the majestic Mournfully, the tune brings us to that sad place and makes it okay--to feel the pain vanquishedA single note played on the bagpipes, then another, will roll through the air--and find our people And we shall hear the heartbeat of our kithWhen we congregate with other listeners, each person will exchange a look of kenning It is in our blood, our hearts--we are unitedThe music speaks of the gloaming, of heather and cold winds, of young love and love lost, of green hillocks and brisk-watered lochs, and of the wee folk who used to dwell in the woodlandWhen the life of the land beckoned to one and all, and united us through nature; that is the heart of Celtic music… it hunts for our souls, slips under our skin and binds us as kin.Copyright 2006 by Kathy Pippig Harris~~*~~"When the setting sun is just off the horizon, and a golden swath of color shoots out over the land; between that moment and nightfall is my favorite time of the day.More

  • The Notes

     There are only seven of them; plus their respective flats, sharps, and octaves...and from so few, can come such abundance.In many ways we can say more through the notes than we can through speech.More

  • Looking

     As I stand here, gazing down the street before me, I espy an older man in the room above the store, looking out the window, in my direction. As he surveys the busy street below him, it is obvious he is searching for something or someone in the crowd.It is the middle of the afternoon as the high sun is beaming its hot light down into the city.More

  • When You Think of Liberty Think of Me

     When you honor the red, white, and blue When you celebrate our nation's liberty Think of the one who's been beside you in spirit, in heart, in body... No being could be as loyal as me, for I am your best friend, your partner... your family When our nation was young I was the runner, carrying messages in a war that would leave us undone where brother fought beside brother.More

  • Nature's Tiny Lantern Lights

     Amid indigo layers of twilight, stars wink brightly in to sight. Verdant grasses, cool and plush, quiet footfalls; in the glen--a hush.The sultry night enfolds me, in a summery embrace.More

  • White Crow

     From the morning light it flew eyes the hue of fire's embers beak the color of twilight dewWhite against the darkening storm with wings like opals 'neath a flame the crow soared in with the dawnOut past the sandy beaches pale where the sea churned and swelled, all life in the air and the water fled from under the quickening galeThose along the shore battened down as night bid the dusk adieu and behind the glowing windows, there was silence in the townsWhen it arrived in quaking fury loved ones clinging were torn away Hearts filled with dread and worry, many decided they could not stayCome the morning, amid the chaos the crow flew o'er the turgid land as dull daylight revealed the loss a young dog looked for its owner and a babe for her mother's handAlighting atop a leafless tree the crow silently looked on at all that was swallowed by the sea so much of life... now was goneBut precious gifts were to be given the strength of a faith that runs deep for spiritual hope that is driven will comfort those whose souls weepThe milk of human kindness, the white heart of human love will free the shock-ridden blindness bring peace on the wing of a doveIn the wake of the storm were left throngs of people without a home Of loved ones and land bereft they were--but never, ever alone!For the gifts that had been bestowed those of peace, faith, hope, and love were borne in the form of a white crow and the gentle-natured doveInto the morning light they flew eyes the hue of fire’s embers beaks the color of twilight dew~***~Copyright Kathy Pippig HarrisKathy lives in California's San Joaquin Valley with her husband and furry family.More

  • If You Could Trap a Sound

     If you could trap a sound, in the heart of Mother Earth from the cool, depths undergroundWhat would that sound be? A laugh, a whisper, a spoken last word a gasp, a supplication, a pleaIf you could trap a vision by the eye, seen would you espy the grasp of comfort from one man to the other, brothers in their faith . .More

  • Every Breath Released, Is The Past

     As I watched you this day, the sunlight glinted off your skin; brushing your smooth shoulder, like silk.Your voice, so familiar to me now, after all these years, sounded as young as it did the first time I glimpsed you. Your infectious smile, teased me, as it always does.More

  • The Mist in the Hollow

     In the hollow of the night; it takes many shapes... A blanket--soft, like brushed suede. Wispy and frail, like a newborn soul.More

  • Hidey-Hole

     Away... From the glow of the city that lights the belly of the night. Where the lost ones, and the cars, and the voices of youth fight.More