Today’s musings on the history of science re-examine a topic that I have already dealt with several times in the past, that of presentist judgements on the heuristic used by a historical figure to find or reach their solution to a given scientific problem. In the world of scientific investigations, a heuristic is the scaffolding […]
“A sea of wild, woolly thinking!” — The Renaissance Mathematicus
The Wiccan holiday named Samhain is just around the corner. Samhain is a Wiccan sabbat that is held on October 31. Some people view it as the secular holiday named Halloween. However, Samhain is one of the most important sabbats on the calendar. Samhain is a Wiccan’s new year. It is also a day that […]
The Wiccan Holy-Days: Samhain —
Enjoy the following audio file… A reading from my latest book, “Walking Between Worlds”… Link to the Bealtaine Cottage Bookstore: https://bealtainecottage.com/bealtaine-cottage-bookstore/ Bealtaine Cottage books are available only from this website. The days of long shadows are with us once more. Evening descends more quickly, as the light disappears into the western skies. We have passed […]
The Great Descent Towards Samhain — Bealtaine Cottage, Ireland
*Samhain festival
Ireland is one of the most beautiful countries in Europe and the whole world to visit. Most travelers only explore Dublin and move on while the real deal is the rest of the country in small towns and villages (No offense dear Dublin!). If you’re interested to learn more about the most charming towns and […]
10 Amazing hidden towns and villages in Ireland — Delusional Bubble
*Ireland is beautiful, in large part.
It’s the same sounds all round the harbour,
the cries of birds immemorial, echoes
through the cliffs of stacked up buildings, over
masts of twee named boats, men’s bobbing toys.
Your voice is still fresh in my mind, I see
yesterday’s tears in your eyes — that won’t see
me again, our little talks cut off by that corporate
guillotine. It had nothing to do with me.
But didn’t I say you should come here, to Whitby?
Simply to sit, drink it in, watch the gnarled men with sticks
hobble over cobbles, their tight permed wives
with ice creams, moaning, putting worlds to right.
The goths gather here, swarming to darkness,
and the name of Nosferatu, with steampunk dress
codes posing, mingling with transient gulls
strutting their stuff through archaic streets,
owning the place. Enough of my platitudes,
our shared liking for Camembert. You made
your choice, it was the mortgage and the dog,
tethered to the post called debt. It was sad, perhaps
I expected more. So is it sheer folly of me
to hope you read these words? — This tired old man
who just wanted to show you Whitby,
that we might make small talk once more.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
