Aurora borealis, mirrie dancers, aurores boréales, Northern lights have been dancing – and still are, as I type – enchanting the island, my heart and eyes. Giddy, dizzy, such earthly spectacle from our amazing star.
Pure magic 🙂
Never had it so ethereal! 🙂
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It only takes a moment.
Be in the right place at the right time. Stand up and feel.
Plenitude found in one of those precious capsules of happiness when we align to earth and sea – feel at one with our homeworld.
As life allows, such communion with our land- (or sea-) scapes should not feel privileged moments, but natural ones.
My nearest safe haven of now remains my local favourite beach. As a longer weekend loomed on the calendar, I took full advantage of it.
So I wandered down to the shore and locked my heart into the now
Here, my homeworld in panoramic 🙂
I had the whole of the beach, sea and sky to myself. I listened to the wind and waves in the shoormal, where sand and shells shift.
Sheer plenitude in such moments, topped up by magic northern lights way past twilight.
Thank you for all this wonderful magic!
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First snow –
bird inside cage, inside darkest of corridor,
winter of all requirements,
on final day of October,
to sing at night
among snowflakes that
come invited on your hair, as we
carve faces from darkness, pale blue lightness of icicles.
We just opened
doors to Samhain, where
thru’ darkest of
With them, winter –
where November seeks through
weak light our long shadows,
tears & final, blood
such a thin veil
as the living
blends with the dead to
feast in peace below first snow.
feast of the dead –
time to reconcile with
ready to dance
with northern lights.
tell me the runes will never lie.
© Nat Hall 2013
—————- 31 Oct 2013, Samhain
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my sky tonight
If there is something I never tire of, it is the magic of my Nordic world.
Here, the magic of aurora borealis – the northern lights – “da mirrie dancers” are they are known on the island… It is as magical, ethereal and ephemeral as – well, the other show we have here on this latitude: the nocturnal ballet of storm petrels during the summer months, as they trade places to keep an egg warm (as well as going to find food on the surface of sea water…
The First Nations & Native Americans believe in spirits and Father Sky. I adhere to this.
Simply magic 🙂
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my northern sky tonight
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