Mist on Meldon Hill this morning...

Tune for a Monday Morning

Today's tune  is "Love is Making its Way Back Home" by Josh Ritter; the wonderful video is a stop-motion animation (made with over 12,000 pieces of construction paper) by Erez Horovitz, Sam Cohen, and Sarah Graves of Prominent Figures.

I'm actually writing this post on Sunday (it's scheduled for automatic posting tomorrow), because by Monday morning I'll be in London, en route to the airport, then New York City. I love New York, where I lived in my twenties as a young book editor, and where I still have many good friends and colleagues, so I'd normally relish a trip back to Manhattan -- but this particular journey is a daunting one, necessitated by the difficult Life Stuff that my family and I have lately been dealing with. Howard, meanwhile, remains in Devon, looking after the pup and the homefront.

I don't know how long I will be in New York, and I don't know what this blog will be like in the days ahead. The blog, like my creative work, is deeply rooted in my wanderings through the leaves and brambles with Tilly and the rhythms of my quiet rural studio...but now my Country Self must be set aside while an older, sharper part of me, the Urban Self, comes to the fore. The road ahead leads into Uncertainty...which is another name for Mystery, and therefore (I remind myself) not always a terrible thing. I'm uncertain of what the coming weeks will bring; I'm uncertain of how my work will progress or of how this blog will function. I'm uncertain of many things, except for the need to be strong and go forward.

Maya Angelou once wrote: “Because of the routines we follow, we often forget that life is an ongoing adventure....Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art: to bring all our energies to each encounter, to remain flexible enough to notice and admit when what we expected to happen did not happen. We need to remember that we are created creative, and can invent new scenarios as frequently as they are needed.”

Morning on the hill

And so here is this morning's prayer, offered to the rising sun from the crest of our hill, sweet Tilly perched on the rocks beside me:

May I see every journey, no matter how daunting, as a mythic adventure, a quest, a story unfolding, a fairy tale in which even the smallest of heroes finds her way through danger and the dark of the forest...and faces down dragons...and wins love or treasure...and then goes safely home once again.

Tilly, February 2012


Today's tune goes out to Howard.


Brave Heart Be Strong

It will not be less than safe, no matter the details. There is nothing but mystery, and uncertainty is the rule. Your dear self will come here, accomplish what's needed, and return there the hero you are. If anything is needed you think I might be able to supply, drop me an email without hesitation. Meanwhile, Good speed.

My heart goes with yours, dear friend. Chance favors the prepared, and you have been prepared for he good fights since birth.

Crows on your left shoulder,
Coyote on your right.
Throw a colored shadow.
Eat journeycake.
Bless the earth with careful steps.
Sing down the moon.


May everything go well. Much love.

Best wishes on this journey.

Travel well, and be well. You'll be home soon.

My wish for you is a safe journey to and fro, things that need to be done getting done, and a warm homecoming to all the things you love best. Thinking of you and adding my prayers.

You lift my heart with every post you write. I hope my comments give at least a sliver of that feeling back to you.

As an east coaster, I would like to say welcome back and safe travels. I hope you get to visit friends while in New York and that they help you on your quest.

For what it may be worth, here on this side of the pond, I know you will find a warm embrace. There are literally hundreds people up and down the East Coast and across the continent, some you've met, many you haven't, who feel honest affection and love for you. So I hope that may be a well of sustenance for your spirit while here. I don't know how long you will be here, and I hope it doesn't extend into May, but if for any reason it does, come to the Faerie Festival. We will welcome you home.

Thank you for the song. My wife and I needed to hear that this morning. Now we know Josh Ritter and off to listen to lots more.

“He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary."

Best wishes for a positive outcome, and the courage of the Hobbit to you!


Journey well, and be of good cheer for you are not alone - we are all with you in spirit, and some of us are tucked in your pockets and your sleeves.

Here's to There AND BACK AGAIN.


blessings from the stones
songs cast off the moon
strength in the space between

e ho mai,

You are the journey. Godspeed.

and another fare well!

To quote the late, great Dave Allen "May your God go with you!

Stay safe, good luck. ox

"May the road rise up to meet you...." Well, I think you know the rest! May your journey be short in stress, life STUFF, and worry, long in warm evenings with good friends old and new, and may you be back home safe and sound with the Spring (in more ways than one!) in the heels of your shoes!

Yes Terri ,good luck ,come home to your beloved man and Tilly. You are a strong woman and wil survive. lol Angela

That last image is one of my favourites by Edmund Dulac. :o) Thankyou for the shared wise words, it's too easy to foget that life is a forever changing thing. I wish you well on your journey.
Jess x

Good luck on your journey. I love the Maya quote and the prayer you offered up. Very wise words to go forward with.

Hey Terri,
If you need anything in NY just let me know. My brother is a judge in Brooklyn, and I have lots of cops,firemen, and cooks in my family there.

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