Brigid, we parted one February, an ending for us as the swelling of spring began. Your name was not Brigid; the Irvines were lowland Scots, after all, but you resembled that Irish princess with the auburn hair, the green eyes, that cover of the paperback you had lent me which had entranced me so. What is it about chemistry? Or is it music, the way cello and violin complement one another? Does the body reflect the soul, or is flesh mere pretense to mask the true intention? Things are clearer now — weren’t we in love with love? So much easier to bear than with each other, where loss, pain and misery are set off, the ticking time bomb of this duality. And I didn’t say… but I saw you the other day, older, wiser, a family of your own but with the same look in your eyes, so green. Brigid, though decades now separate us, I am glad of our anonymity, the memory of what love might be.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us. [Heb 12:1. NRSV] As we approach the celebration of Samhain as well as All Saint’s Day, […]
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 […]