Lady Anne of Brocéliande of the House of Burnished Gold and Silver-Spun-Starlight bids welcome to the weary traveler... stay awhile before you continue your quest in this enchanted place where all are welcome who seek beauty and peace of heart be you faery, lady, knight or thief. We set sail on the morning-tide on strange and wondrous seas which will carry us into the vespertine hours of dreams.

The sacred flame
burgeoning within the trees
buries its potential
deep within the silent veins
until the One voice comes to
set it free

There is a dancer there
in the wood
who feels the pulse
hidden in the darkness
It matches that of her heart
as she pulls her own power
deep into the
core of her being
shielding it from the falling snow

There is a hidden meeting of fire
here in the seemingly lifeless
landscape
too pure to be touched
too ancient to be known

A tiny bud wrests its promise
from the bark
A sign of hope in bleak mid-winter

Original poem - Winter 2008

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My portrait entitled Anne of Brocéliande, which appears in my background, was done by Richard Moult whose works are also featured in these pages.
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Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sign that you will recognize it.

Simone Weil
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The windrose has finally brought me to my much awaited destination to my kingdom by the sea. On the borders to the Isle of Apples I spend my day in the company of my bright pigments and my lyrical harp. Do come for a cup of tea sometime...

Windrose diaries with the pilgrims progress to be found at the link below.