Monthly Archives: August 2016

Unwitnessing Fool

Posted on August 24, 2016 by

sometime in late August by P. R. Lowe Sometimes it is so much easier to turn the face away… to be an “unwitnessing fool”…for when you see…or know…then, you are compelled to do something…and if you do not, you are … Continue reading →

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Elphane?

Posted on August 5, 2016 by

“…from the earliest Arthurian romance to the recent tales of J. R. R. Tolkien, these are enveloped with the lore of Elphane – the magical world of elves and fairies. However, the myths are based upon no mere fantasy, for … Continue reading →

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Hypatia says….

Posted on August 5, 2016 by

Fable should be taught as fable, myth as myth, and miracles as poetic fancies. To teach superstitions as truth is horrifying. The mind of a child accepts them and only through great pain, perhaps tragedy, can the child be relieved … Continue reading →

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Poetry

Posted on August 2, 2016 by

copyright August 2, 2016 by P. R. Lowe (written June 13, 1970) The days may be meaningless but my life is poetry So here I’ve written down the sound of my footfalls on the earth

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Heart of the Wild

Posted on August 2, 2016 by

  To this day my spiritual life is found inside the heart of the wild. I do not fear it. I court it. When I am away (from it) I anticipate my return, needing to touch stone, rock, water, the … Continue reading →

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a quote for Lughnasadh

Posted on August 2, 2016 by

…what seems to be lost or declining is being gained elsewhere or at another time: new birth or rebirth is the perpetual law of nature. _Nuinn

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Winged Creature

Posted on August 2, 2016 by

copyright © July 30,2016 by P. R. Lowe   Last night as I sat at my desk, I heard a rapping at my window, as if someone gently tapping (Poe’s poem comes to mind). What in the world? It was … Continue reading →

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