Winter's Rain and Irish Rose

these days when I have a day off I seem to drift into another lifetime…

where time was right side up for me, pictures whisper their secrets,

music brings memories that have been scattered on the wind,

as I sit today listening to the rain, reading an Irish novel …

one of those that makes your heartbeat a little faster,

tears flow like rivers going nowhere but everywhere they fall.

As I put the book down, I played a Sinead O’Connor cd,

and it came to a song about  Women in Ireland I never heard before,

I found the video and wanted to just close my eye and listen to its hypnotic melody

as I did….. I remembered a man I met long ago, oh how he scared me,

I was in a book store late one night, and as I rounded the corner, I heard a man say hello

“Irish Rose”, I smiled and looked to see who he was talking to,

and saw it was me, he was in a wheelchair looking up at me, actually I felt him look right through me,

I said Hello, and started to walk off when he grabbed my hand and said (loudly) Listen!

his grandson came around the corner at that moment and laughed saying his Grandpa was harmless,

but I might as well because he always has his say…..so I did…

he wouldn’t let go of my hand which anyone knowing me knows I am not one to be touched…

so I was in an awkward place. I gave in saying okay to his “Listen” 

His voice got so soft, he asked if I was Irish, and I said sometimes I think I am ,

he said “you are, you know” for you have skin of an Irish Rose and a wildness in your eyes,

that means your soul is restless….yes I did laugh a little( I think every woman (well I do anyway) wants to be an Irish Rose)….

he looked at my hands

and said I had hands of a gardner of roses he would wager, and yes he was right on that one,

but I didn’t tell him that, I let him talk, he told me I would love Ireland, Scotland the UK,

I would find my heart, but it wouldn’t grow until I found my Irish roots. It was a strange conversation,

and each time I thought about walking away, my feet seem to be growing roots right through

the floor, holding me so I couldn’t, I have to tell y’all, the energy was coming straight into me through his hand,

he said I would live happily ever after like those highlander novels I read do,if I went to Ireland and felt Her Spirit,

I broke the trance like state, thanked  him for the kind words

walking away, I turned back to say bye one more time and he was gone

and to this day I wonder what else we talked about,

I remember him on rainy days in winter, I feel the energy warm my hand like it did that night.

I have never gone to Ireland, though I do think about it more and more, I went to England,

left my soul there on Pendle Hill, but I always hesitate on going to Ireland, tonight I think I might

go on the quilting tour I want too….but in the meanwhile, I’ll quilt here, write what I hear,

save my pennies heaven drops down for me to wish on and perhaps set the intention in the candle flame tonight….

anyone up for a road trip this summer?

I sit listening to the rain

wandering through forgotten laughter and pain

a day that song filled my mind

as well as my heart of tears

I do this sometimes this time of year

winter is full of still thoughts

war between heart and mind is fought

drifting over hills of green

taking flight in skies of blue

yet the rain is pouring from clouds of grey

so my thoughts come back to now through a haze

I was reading an Irish tale

where love wins in the end of its happily ever after faerie tale

dreams do come true on a rainbow kind of day

forever isn’t just a word between promised made

sighs are okay to sigh

when one is filled to the rim with love inside

how I do love listening to the rain

so many memories my life has gained

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and now I think I will go find some yarn and crochet (begin) an IrishRose pattern I found

and listen the music of the Winter’s Rain

Thank y’all for listening once again to my ramblings…

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Sweet Dreams

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