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Oh Chihuahua

What can make you move,
Chihuahua
Can you feel the groove Chihuahua
What can make you dance
Oh Chihuahua!… 
ARTIST
Album: Visions
Released: 2003
Genre: Pop

A Bishop Palace

In Lamphey Bishop’s Palace was the retreat of choice for those medieval bishops seeking solace from the everyday stresses of Church and State.

The medieval bishops of St Davids were worldly men who enjoyed the privileges of wealth, power and status. Lamphey did not disappoint. A palace fit for a queen…or at least the occasional bishop.

What we see today is mainly the work of the dynamic Henry de Gower, the bishop of St Davids from 1328 to 1347. Thanks to his vision, elegant Lamphey became the ‘away from it all’ palace for high-ranking members of the clergy keen to play at being country gentlemen.

Bishop Gower’s great hall, 82 feet (25m) long, is a particularly fine architectural achievement and its sheer grandeur would have impressed even the most privileged of bishops. Equally well-preserved and detailed in their architecture are the western hall and inner gatehouse.

Lamphey’s gilded existence came to an abrupt end during the reign of King Henry VIII when many Church estates fell into the hands of the Crown.

About Sustainability

What keeps you warm in winter?

Of course it’s about wearing layers, silks and wool. Sheep help us do just that. Wool is a very important part of a thriving in winter. Think of Swansea Wales like a watershed; an area of land that drains collected water to a common outlet. Thus creating sediment, land and crop bringing benefit to those who live here allowing flocks and humans to thrive in abundance.

When you come to Swansea, you will not only notice the rain, and ocean, bays, beaches and tides, but you will notice the sheep in the landscape; bringing sustainability be it fibre, water, energy, food and life.

Sustainable to me means awareness and it is the first step in seeing what’s around you in a different way; as an organically-formed and interconnected system based on natural resources and economic activity that are unique to a particular place.

Honouring that system validates traditional livelihoods and gives rise to innovative ones, especially when combined with influences from elsewhere. Rain, land and water in abundance.

That’s where sustainability comes in: a local economy regenerating itself, with citizens working together in practical and imaginative ways to look after their natural assets and rethink ways to keep us warm, clothed, fed and fulfilled.

Personally, I love sheep; my face still lights up at the feel of a second-hand wool jumper in a charity shop or a new one at Christmas.

Wool is a necessity here; sheep and land and water generated the hat and scarf..,and a cashmere jumper is to timeless I and imagine its coziness over many years to come.

Thank you (Diolch) w. for reading.

About Constellations

When our thoughts become poems the poetry becomes our constellations and then we write down the words all the that we have discovered or want to understand. These are the things I am. I am trying to learn French. I’m learning I think. A language as vast as the stars. It’s like watching the constellations partly; discovering it changes us; deepening our minds just as the poetry we read or write becomes more meaningful night after night… just begins with a simple thought.

Moon Talk

There is a harvest moon over Swansea. Makes me stay up late at night. Bedtime conversations wanting to talk about the Brexit and other things. Then when your sleeping, I talk about the moon; he tells me about the sun and all I can talk about is you.”

It’s touching to know that we’ve connected in a way that we want to remember.

Connecting with another human being is poetry to me. I think writing allows us to let others know how we feel about someone.

It’s more than words; it’s a feeling, where they are coming from, the spark and what makes the world go round and the things that breaks us too.

Every word is a piece of a puzzle; some words we look for; what I look for when I write and poetry is no exception.

Do you ever wonder if the poem your reading is about you?

I’ve always described myself as someone who can easily express feelings on paper.

I have found that through writing, that it is just my way of expression of whatever feelings we have shared.

Words that would not go on their own way, but words of affection that should not be left unsaid.

I’ve written the most about the conversations we’ve had and then later translated the spoken words onto paper; finding there is more than one way to express desire.

I will talk to the moon about us and share all my emotions and wanted you to know I can still feel everything that I’ve ever felt for you; and when the moon goes to bed and when the sun comes up again; those feelings still remain.

I just went outside last night to have a late night conversation with the moon. He just wanted to talk about the sun and I all could talk about is about was you.

All the Colours of Green – continues

Time has just flown by and Christmas is only six weeks away.. Do you ever think one might could tire of seeing the same places everyday?

I think I will never tire of Wales. And all my thoughts will not expire ever after all; for in that time I have had to see real wishes come true, it’s here where I have found hints of life and love and home and then there is someone here now to cling to. He calls me his ray of hope; and his pinken every morning.

People ask me all the time; “Do I miss Texas?” I reply; I miss people; mostly my sons and family and my old friends. But my home is here now.

So there are moments so I might know that this is just the beginning, discovering that there are places beyond narrow one. I have seen massive green forest, farms and gardens, medieval castles, palaces and cathedrals.

I am American girl in Wales, where my duality is to reason all; it is one with every living breathing moving particle is one is the absolute. I will stay here and I have no desire to return to the States.

Duality is an illusion. It must be this narrow place inside me that contains my infinite love for one and the same. Julien is my gravity and advanced physics and mathematics.

Only when the heart has experienced longing or suffering and pain can we understand that what is important and that which hopes hangs onto, finding that love is the only shimmering effervescent realm of continual creation.

Note- “All the Colors of Green” is available at Amazon on Kindle.
Thank you to all my followers and for reading.

Enjoy!-
Love, M.