Travel Photographs: Cemeteries

I’m sorting through my travel photographs, getting them organized into some semblance of chronological order, and came across some pictures I took of various tombstones in different cemeteries. As a child, I would go to the library and check out books, then ride my bicycle to the goat farm, or to the main cemetery – there were three in all – and sit behind one of the biggest tombstones to read. For me, it was a place to be around people who weren’t bothered by my presence, and who wouldn’t bother me.

Cemeteries, to me, are peaceful and serene places. I also think that it would be nicer if trees were planted in memory of people. Still, the artwork of tombstones, and the tales they tell, are fascinating.

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Think hippie thoughts

A prayer for a peaceful evening

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Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

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I pray for

Just one night of peace

All over the world

I pray for just one night

Of healing for people

Whose hearts are sore

Today.

I pray for just one night

Because if for one night

We can stop and look at each other

And the world with love

Then we can make one night into two

And two into twenty

And twenty into more.

I pray that all peoples

Can take time tonight

To look up

Look up at the shining moon

As She shines down on all of us

No matter where we are

She shines

No matter who we are

Or what we believe in

She shines

So let her look down on peace

Let her look down and see warm well fed people

Let her look down and see people who love

Love each other, love our Mother the Earth

Love our sisters andโ€ฆ

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Tales told at Yule – BunniHoTep, bring your light

Peace, love, and goodwill…it really isn’t that hard – why do we make it so?
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Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

Once upon a time in the dark of a mid-winter night a star fell to earth.ย  BunniHoTep heard a loud thump and rushed out of her cozy nest. She really hated to leave it. It was nice and snug and soft and a chilly mid-winter night all together a lovely place to sleep.

But she knew a noise that loud probably wasnโ€™t a good thing and she was the Finder of Lost Objects so she had better go.

She got to the steps of her Temple and a bright light met her eyes. She threw a paw in front of her eyes and drew her soft shawl closer around her and hurried towards the light.

The light was quite a distance away from the street of Temples out in the desert. And as she got nearer she could hear it making strange noises like laughing. So she hurried across theโ€ฆ

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Every night

I definitely do this on clear nights…being away from the lights of the city is a blessing.
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Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

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