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First birthday

It's the running wave's first birthday today!  I've started the day's celebrations by having a lovely walk round the block with Tilly.  We saw seven hares, four deer, two graylag geese pecking around in a field, accompanied by a couple of oyster catchers, and we heard the sky lark.  Not a bad bag!
As we walked this morning I was thinking about the content of this post.  It felt important to bring it back to its roots and I thought, therefore, it would be good to look at the origin of my blog's name.

The words are a line from a piece entitled 'The Dominion of Dreams : Under a Dark Star', written by Fiona Macleod (pen name for William Sharp) in 1895.  He/she was a Celtic visionary and romantic of the late nineteenth century.  This extract is used as a Gaelic blessing and in recent years put to music, beautifully, by John Rutter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAFCY_4mrWM)

Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining stars to you
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you

It seems to me that peace is an increasingly precious thing.  Although it's beautiful, we live in an alarming world.  There is so much going on, domestically and globally, with the potential to rock our boat - if it isn't rocking already.  I find the most peace in my life when I am outside, either in the garden messing around with plants and the quiet earth, or walking with Tilly and feeling the fresh air moving across and around me, but most especially on the beach with the waves, running back and forth, sometime huge and powerful, sometimes rippling and dancing, but always constant and being true to themselves.  








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