Thyme heals

Thyme can represent: Virginity, activity, bravery, courage, strength, vigor, and of course, Time.

It is thought that fairies live in a bed of thyme, and that the King of the Fae dances in a bed of thyme!

Thyme was thought to cure shyness...it encourages "spiritedness"

Thyme was supposedly one of the herbs that line the manger when Jesus was born. Surely he was a pure soul who needed courage.

The herbs: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme mentioned in the song, "Scarborough Faire" are a wedding love charm when put into a bride's bouquet.

In the olden song that I sing in my duo, Merry Mischief, "A Bunch of Thyme", the song mentions Thyme in the capacity that a woman's love and virginity (even as it comes to a tender heart) is something to protect and to guard.....and for women not to give away their hearts and their bodies away so easily. It is a warning for women not to take false lovers.

How'ere, that is easier said than done sometimes.

This is where Thyme, symbol for courage and bravery comes in. Even if we have given away our hearts and loved deeply, and had our trusts broken or stolen away...Thyme is the herb that reminds us that our Love is Perrenial. It is hardy, and you can break it up and it will live to grow another day.
Thyme/Time heals all wounds.

It's funny but the thing that broke your heart last year....doesn't hurt this year at all.

Thyme is for fortitude and intestinal strength and vigor. It cleanses and it heals.

Thyme is sturdy.

Just like me.

Just like YOU.

We live, survive and thrive and go on to season our own and someone else's dish with courage, and spiritedness.

Thyme is a reminder to just keep on living, growing and spreading your strength.

It is also believed that fairies live in thyme and that the King of the Fairies dances in a bed of thyme.

So get out there and celebrate living and being strong, my dearie darlings!

 

 

I leave you with one last song....

 

Wild Mountain Thyme

 

"I will build my love a bower, by yon pure and crystal fountain

and around it I will pile, all the flowers of the mountain.

Will ye go, lassie? Go?

 

And we'll all go down together.
To pull wild mountain thyme from around the purple heather.

Will ye go, Lassie? Go?"

 

If my true love were to leave me, I would surely find another...

to pull Wild Mountain Thyme, from all around the blooming heather...

Will ye Go, Lassie? Go?

And we'll all go down together.
To pull wild mountain thyme from around the purple heather.

Will ye go, Lassie? Go?"

 

 

 

 

 

Bardic Magick

The Pied Piper.
Scheherazade.
Salome.
Robbie Burns.
Bob Dylan.

BARDS.

Today, I'd like to speak on a topic that I have first hand knowledge of.
BARDIC MAGICK.

Bards have always been the keeper of the news, the gossip, the fantasy, the heartfelt dream.
Bards know the inner beating of your lost soul.
They can dance, sing or rhyme their way into your heart.

Bards are different than just "talented musicians".

Bards are the ones that can take a song and peer into your SOUL.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...."

I am a Bard.
No, REALLY....I am a Bard!

I work and make my living and loving with music, words and poetry.

 There are times, when my mate and I sing, and the mood of the crowd CHANGES.

 People look wistful.
Old grizzled men CRY.
Children Dance!
People close their eyes and REMEMBER long lost loves.

Music is a Magick thing.

MUSE-ic truly is from the Muses, as is Writing, Dance, Art and all expression.

Sometimes when I am lonely, I sing sad songs.....and it either makes me cry it out...or it cheers me.

Sometimes when I am feeling RANDY...I sing Bawdy songs and my lust springs my nipples hard...
(and if men are listening...well....they enjoy it too....I can FEEL their manhood growing with every lyric! :)

When I am in a loving mood, my love sings out and makes the world a smaller, happier place.

When I am raging with anger, I sing Murder ballads and ....well....I don't feel like killing my mate anymore.
:)

Writing helps me with my life....
And funny....I get letters that say that my writing helps others.

I HEAL through my WORDS and my SONG.

Click here for me singing "Wild Mountain Thyme' with friend Rick signing it. CRANK IT...sound quality poor...but the meaning is SO there :)

                                                 (Rick is deaf....yet, loves to "sing' with us :)

I wish to heal, help, LOVE, Grow....and help others to do so.

This is what Bards DO.

They sing SPELLS....

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme....(Kindness/Strength/Fertility/Courage) all good things for a union of two hearts.

If Music be the food of LOVE....Play on.....

Bards can weave a spell of Magick thru words, thru music, thru dance, thru poetry

A gift of the MUSES....

They, who were considered the SOURCE of all knowledge.

Yup.

MUSICIANS and WRITERS.

:)