Beware those carrying pruning shears.
Beware those carrying pruning shears.
Severina,Congratulations to Twyrch for the excellent woot on the 1000th post.
About me? I'm 33 and live in the UK. My name is Sarah but just chose Severina for the site just because of the old Mission song of the same name. The Mission were/are a UK band from late 80's/90's - I don't know if they ever made an impact in the US so some of you may not have heard of them. Anyway, the band is not important. They represent a time in my life when I was 'me.' I know it's easy to look back on my life and think I was happier back then without the responsibilities etc that I have today, but I have felt over the last few years that I was just on a treadmill of sorts and that the 'me' I used to be had got lost along the way.
I have always had a love of nature and the natural world. I have always felt I have an 'old soul.'
I started reading books on Druidry only recently and the first one I picked up was Emma Restall Orr's Principles of Druidry. What a fascinating read that was. The more books I read, the more it all started to make sense. I know alot of peope describe the feeling of 'coming home' and that was very true. I felt like I was safe.
Having trawled the internet for more information, I joined the OBOD mailing list. I found myself coming back to the site time and again. I like the feeling of 'belonging' so knew I wanted to follow a course.
So, I started on the bardic course and am really enjoying it. I love the way it is 'all consuming' in every aspect of my life now. It hasn't 'taken over' but definitely has become part of it.
I look forward to having a laugh with you all here in the pub and maybe having some more 'deep and meaningfuls' with you in other topics as I become more confident (and able!) to do so.
Nice to meet you all
LOL @ MamaB!Menopause is fantastic. I'm hot and angry and I love it. Life is good.
Thanks, Dryadia2 for a lovely, fresh, feng shui'd thread.
I couldn't help but post on this thread... It's in my nature as well.A scorpion was wandering along the bank of the river, wondering how to get to the other side. Suddenly he saw a fox. He asked the fox to take him across the river.
The fox said, "No. If I do that, you'll sting me and I'll drown."
The scorpion assured him, "If I did that, we'd both drown."
The fox thought about it and finally agreed. So the scorpion climbed up on his back and the fox began to swim. But halfway across the river, the scorpion stung him.
As the poison filled his veins, the fox turned to the scorpion and said, "Why did you do that? Now you'll drown too."
"I couldn't help it," said the scorpion. "It's my nature."
After Quasimodo’s death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer’s job. The bishop was incredulous.
“You have no arms!”
“No matter,” said the man. “Observe!” And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.
The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo. But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,
“Bishop, who was this man?”
“I don’t know his name,” the bishop sadly replied, “but his face rings a bell.”
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame. The first man to approach him said,
“Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty.”
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man’s brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop’s cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
“What has happened? Who is this man?” the first monk asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know his name,” sighed the distraught bishop, but……….. he’s a dead ringer for his brother.”
My apologies Aylyn.Hmmmm - not sure what happened during pruning - there I am, all alone, with the 1002nd post ...
...Beware those carrying pruning shears.
Sorry, to be the bearer of sad news ...but we can't let the thread get that long again. I about got 'taken out to the woodshed' , for letting it get as long as it did!...we'll have this one back up to that number before too long...
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