twelfth of never
Have ya' lost that lovely sense of song in your long search for the divine? Has your eternally joyful, childlike faith shriveled up and blown away? Do ya' ever find yourself wonderin' where all the love's gone?...Poor soul!...
"Iguazu Falls" cc-by Blue Ruin (2011)
Welcome to the other side of the rainbow! If ya' squint just right, it even looks kinda like a pot o' gold–liquid gold, that is. The pure, flowin' water of the Spirit not only tastes better here, it's a life-givin' thing. A blessed thing. A miracle-workin', kiss-the-day-all-over sorta thing, I can tell ya' that.
I don't know how ya' did it, but ya' landed in a Spiritual oasis...right smack dab in the middle of a vast cultural desert that extends as far as the eye can see in every direction. Ya' must be one of them lost angels.
Mind you, though, no skinny-dippin'! Least not when the boss's around. (Besides, it's better in the moonlight anyway.) Oh! Here he comes.
Welcome home, Lass. We've been expectin' ya'. Your worries are over now. We'll get them wings fixed up for ya'. In the meantime, ya' just relax and make yourself at home now. No one's gonna be a'bothering ya' 'round here.
the boss
"St. Patrick" cc-by Lori Hurley (2006)
That was close! That's St. Patrick, ya know.
What?...Ya' didn't even know ya' had wings?...Here, turn 'round. Let me see....Child, where've ya' been? Look at them things. Plum wore down to the bone! No wonder ya' didn't know....
No, it's not exercise ya' need. It's joy! Only joy makes 'em grow. What in the world have ya' been a'doin' with yourself? Don't worry, though. We got plenty o' the stuff 'round here. It practically grows on trees. Ya' can't even turn 'round without rubbin' some off on ya'. Here, take your time. Look around.
Ya' need anything now, ya' just holler. I can tell by that twinkle in your eye, ya're gonna like it around here.
Rapturously yours,
the leprechaun
the leprechaun
P.S. If nothing else works, click on me name above and shoot me an email. That always seems to do the trick. Hope to hear from ya' soon.
"Slán go fóill." That means "Bye for now" in the old tongue. That's all we speak around here. (Don't worry, though. Ya'll pick it up fast enough. In the meantime, I'll interpret for ya'.)
Oh, almost forgot...here's where you'll be a'stayin' 'til ya' get your wings back up in flyin' form. It's the old caretaker's hut. Ya' probably saw it on the way in. I know it looks kinda old and overgrown, but believe me, it's a lot finer than the wee ol' oak tree I call home.
Ya' can see the falls from the aerie out back. That's where you'll be testin' your wings soon enough, I'll be a'wagerin'...over the falls...along with all the fairyfolk. Quite a sight, that. It's really sump'thin', 'specially when ya're up there with 'em. I bet ya' can't wait, huh?
Go n'éirí an t-ádh leat! ("Good luck," see.) I told ya' it'd be easy...long as ya' don't have to read it anyways. All it takes is someone like me to keep repeatin' it. When I'm not around, click on the words themselves and listen to the recordin'. (It's at the bottom of the list on the new page. Just click on it.)
If ya' wanna learn more about this place, click on the suspicious-looking words "Older Posts" loitering around to the right below. That way ya' can turn this ol' place into what it really is–a blog about life here at Rainbow's Inn. Ya' don't have to buy anything, for goodness sake. The whimsy in your smile is your ticket to everything here.
Better yet, wait 'til the store closes and join the party! There'll be fiddlers a'playin' behind the Corker's cottage. (That's in the woods near the winery.) They'll just be warmin' up, though. From there, ya' can follow the elves to the mountaintop. There'll be cloggin' too...and spirits galore...and the most beautiful rainbows you'll ever see in this life. The leprechauns call it the Rainbow's Knees. Ya'll see why when ya' get there. It's the place where life first began...and is still a'bornin'.
But don't take my word for it. Come see for yourself. Ya'll feel it in your heart and in your bones and in your very soul. That's why the Spirit led ya' here in the first place, I'll wager...to discover that you're nothing less than a child of God—a momentarily wingless angel—and always have been!
"Slán go fóill." That means "Bye for now" in the old tongue. That's all we speak around here. (Don't worry, though. Ya'll pick it up fast enough. In the meantime, I'll interpret for ya'.)
"Thatched cottage in Wherwell" cc-by Charles D. P. Miller (2009)
Ya' can see the falls from the aerie out back. That's where you'll be testin' your wings soon enough, I'll be a'wagerin'...over the falls...along with all the fairyfolk. Quite a sight, that. It's really sump'thin', 'specially when ya're up there with 'em. I bet ya' can't wait, huh?
Go n'éirí an t-ádh leat! ("Good luck," see.) I told ya' it'd be easy...long as ya' don't have to read it anyways. All it takes is someone like me to keep repeatin' it. When I'm not around, click on the words themselves and listen to the recordin'. (It's at the bottom of the list on the new page. Just click on it.)
"Ballysaggatsmore Tower" cc-by Liam Hughes (2007)
Better yet, wait 'til the store closes and join the party! There'll be fiddlers a'playin' behind the Corker's cottage. (That's in the woods near the winery.) They'll just be warmin' up, though. From there, ya' can follow the elves to the mountaintop. There'll be cloggin' too...and spirits galore...and the most beautiful rainbows you'll ever see in this life. The leprechauns call it the Rainbow's Knees. Ya'll see why when ya' get there. It's the place where life first began...and is still a'bornin'.
But don't take my word for it. Come see for yourself. Ya'll feel it in your heart and in your bones and in your very soul. That's why the Spirit led ya' here in the first place, I'll wager...to discover that you're nothing less than a child of God—a momentarily wingless angel—and always have been!
Welcome home,
the leprechaun
the leprechaun
Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall cumasach.
"Even a thoroughbred is awkward as a colt."
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