crowdog66 ◾ ◾ The fading storm

My period started last night. And like a storm passing, the murderous depression seems to have broken as well.

"Whew! That was close!" is a cliche, but in this case it really applies.

I've perked up enough to do some poking around on the Internet, and found a lovely page full of Pagan songs and chants:

http://www.en-chant-ment.ca/chart.html

It includes two of my favorites:

Lady's Bransle (Oh She Will Bring)
by Glenn Turner & Hope Athearn

"Oh she will bring the buds in the spring
And laugh among the flowers
In summer's heat her kisses are sweet
She sings in leafy bowers
She cuts the cane and gathers the grain
When fruits of fall surround her
Her bones grow old in wintry cold
She wraps her cloak around her"

Lord's Bransle (Oh He Will Call)
by Artemisia

"Oh he will call the leaves in the fall
To dance their colors brightly
When warmth is lost he paints with frost
His silver touches lightly
He greets the day of the dance of May
With ribbons wound around him
He offers corn and drink from his horn
The earth is bare without him"

It's wonderful to be able to take pleasure in simple things again.