Author Archives: rlongwort
The Train Story from the Big Apple
New York, on the subway, is always an interesting experience, because of the multitude of people, of different ethnicities, dress, orientation and speech. If I travel on my own, I am standing looking at the map of the underground, working … Continue reading
Poetry
I am part of a poetry group led by Susan Facknitz Phd. We meet about twice a month at Our Community Place. I love the way it stimulates my imagination and gives me a focus for my next piece of peotry … Continue reading
A trip to the beach
I am thinking about the Water of Life and saying some prayers so that it will enter me – the water, that if I drink it I will never be thirsty again. I remembered a painting in the Vatican Museum … Continue reading
The Leprechaun and Water of Life
Mariah said the mantra for an hour to have the Water of Life enter her. She was at the ocean edge and surely if there was some Water of Life available she would get it here. She exercised in … Continue reading
Music is the Food of Love
Music heals the wounds of love, the deep emotional ones. Music can jump start our days. The Blue Danube can be used for healing depression. Annie De Franko can get a Gen E-xer in touch with her wild coming out … Continue reading
Leprechaun at the River
Next day Mariah put on her shoes with the upturned toes and a bell on top and every time it rang a little she said, “I am.” She was on the old river path on a lovely warm fall day. … Continue reading
Leprechaun – Truth or Lie
Mariah had a few clan’s people who lived in the close vicinity to her. She was very close with Roisin Dubh prior to her union some years back. But since that time she often felt on the outs with her … Continue reading
Leprechauns and their Auras
Enjoyed weaving my work and recreation together with mention of leprechauns, auras and dreams. I welcome comments. Continue reading
The Leprechauns and The Negalmankies.
The Leprechauns and The Negalmankies. When Uisneach discovered Mariah had thrown out his Negalmankies, he was livid. He felt she had vandalized his place and had taken what was his. The day had come to mend them and then he … Continue reading
Rose Longworth Counseling 