What Earth Sees of Sky


Paganarch

The second in my series, “Where They May Be Found,” is posted on A Sense of Place.  Last week’s was on Brân; this one’s on Arianrhod:

You can see yourself, shadowy but there, an image I suspect closer to “truth” than the ones we see in polished surface. When I feel unwell, or lost in the world, I stare at myself like this and smile.

But I’m not the only vision in the water, and never the most interesting.

She’s on the surface, and I don’t know how this works. She’s what becomes of the sky in water, silver and blue like the kingfisher. The sky before storms, the sky after storms, so many blues that people just shrug and call it grey.

Stars are balls of flaming gas if animals are mere food and trees are mere fuel, humans mere workers and puddles mere bits of…

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Author: Cianaodh Óg

Cianaodh (Pronounced Key-Ah-Knee or some say Kenny) is Old Irish (not modern) and means Ancient Fire. Óg is also Old Irish and it means Young which is my surname in modern English. It is not my given name but it is my chosen name for various reasons.

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