Donnerstag, 26. April 2012
For the living and the dead
(and for someone I never knew, but sincerely wish I had)
As through enchanted woods I walk,
I tread the path of moonlight
Drawn out upon the water;
And I listen to the spring breeze talk
Of times so long gone by.
Towards the twilight woods I walk,
A track leads beside mine
And the moonlit snakewound path
It leads beyond and yonder.
And thus we listen to the talk
Of spirits in the breeze.
Oh shall they smile upon our ways,
Upon our feeble deeds alive,
And may love warm their spectre hearts
In the chill wind of the void...
Maybe cattle dies, and die may man,
And every thing be doomed by death;
One thing I know that never dies;
This is the moment set in time
As in a mountain range.
And as we pause to contemplate
We see - aeons we lived, we died our deaths
And still the soul remained.
Thus for the living, for the dead
And ancestry we sing our love
Into the gentle springtime breeze
To warm the spectre´s hearts,
And duly pay the tribute
to the ancestors beyond.
Have to make a decent sheath for it...
Mittwoch, 25. April 2012
magic troll... she made another sheath, this time for a Martiini knife for her father...
Why do I still bother at making sheaths myself? I am all crap at it;-).
Answer: Because I want to get better.;-) Life would be boring if not for some healthy challenges.
And she keeps inspiring me in many ways...too many to tell. She brings out the best in me.
Yours truly... Levin´s girlfriend whined ;-) about no photos of myself being on the blog, so here they come...;-).
Some few of them, however, got the bug so bad they actually tried it out and came away quite happy.
Weideland blog, who dropped by to play the bodhrán and was assimilated in no time.
Baum Biber, a local gardener who also sells those carving accu chainsaws and a load of related products. I guess that´s something I want to try, too!
Check out their website, well worth a visit!
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