I'm just wondering, folks, if any of you have seen Caer Ibormeith of late...
I heard her calling me again just this night. Y'see, there I was minding my own, looking for the swan that was to adorn this very site (and yes, I recognize the irony-- bear with me and you may,too), when of a sudden Celtic Woman began singing The Voice.
I dropped the mouse. I sat there in thrall. Here was a most hauntingly ethereal voice from a beautiful woman singing words that tore at my soul and left me crying like a teenage girl who has just realized Leonardo DeCaprio has no clue of her existence; tears of longing creating a trail straight to my heart I wonder why no woman will follow.
WHERE IS SHE?
Caer I., whose name translates to Yew Berry, is another of those children from Irish Mythology. She was a vision in a dream of Oengus'. Her beauty was such that he traveled the length and breadth of fair Eirrean in search of her, wasting away with longing to the point of near death. Eventually he finds her,but of course (this is Irish folklore, remember?) she is cursed. She and her 150 maidens must spend every other year in the form of (anyone care to venture a guess here?)...SWANS.
Did I mention that whilst all of this singing (Celtic Woman's) and crying (mine) was going on, I happened to be at a point in my search for the afore-mentioned photo, that had me gawking in awe at a sketch titled "Playing with the Swans" ?
You may tell me that magic wasn't at work; I'll never believe ya.
And you may tell Yew Berry that I'm looking, and waiting, and near the point of...
Y'see, I know she is out there. I know as well as Oengus that she doesn't exist only in my dreams. I know some day she'll show up as magically as all these related themes showed up at the very moment I sat down to type her out of my head and heart and give her existence here in writ. I know her voice cries out some nights as loudly as my own-- it's as if those nights I hear that voice as it carries from the waters of the Shannon and across the Atlantic to my bent ears here in l'il ol' Texas.
On second thought, you needn't tell her.
She knows. She's read the tales and believes in Magic, too...
More Soon, Folks.
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