Tag: William Butler Yeats

Vintage Friday: Wordsmithing Hallow

 HALLOW  We all have favorite words, magical sounds we love to hear uttered. One of mine is hallow or hallows, also its form hallowed, especially drawn out and pronounced in three syllables. Hallow comes from the Old English noun halga, meaning holy person or saint. The verb form meant to make holy, to sanctify. And get… Continue reading Vintage Friday: Wordsmithing Hallow

Mythic Monday: Come With Me to Fairyland

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame!” William Butler Yeats, from his play The Land of Heart’s Desire William Butler Yeats (June 13,1865 – January 28, 1939) The Land… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Come With Me to Fairyland

Vintage Friday: 13 Odd Facts of 1916

1916 How have things changed since 1916? Here’s a snapshot. • The French and Germans fought in the Battle of Verdun, a major conflict in WWI lasting from February until mid-December. Over 700,000 people lost their lives. • The six day Easter Rising occurred in Ireland, resulting in nearly 500 deaths and a loss of… Continue reading Vintage Friday: 13 Odd Facts of 1916

Mythic Monday: Chakra Gemstones by Flossie Benton Rogers

What’s your favorite gemstone? Mine is jade, especially the intense green varieties known as imperial and kingfisher jade. My mother surprised me with the ring on the right on my 16th birthday, and a few years ago my husband lovingly gave me the one on the left surrounded by tiny peridot and white topaz. With… Continue reading Mythic Monday: Chakra Gemstones by Flossie Benton Rogers

Vintage Friday: 13 In Love

Classic poets wrote words of love that still burn within us. To my beloved Ronnie: “Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” E.E. Cummings “If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.” Anne… Continue reading Vintage Friday: 13 In Love

Ireland and Yeats

“Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by.” This is the famous epitaph on the grave of my favorite poet William Butler Yeats, 1856-1939. A few months ago my friends Karen and Lori visited Ireland, and part of their tour included paying homage to the great Irish poet and playwright. Knowing how… Continue reading Ireland and Yeats