Beautiful Loup. And I think you've answered perfectly the apparent dilemma we spoke of in a previous post along with John Fitzgerald. Sometimes one's such as us can get seemingly "side-tracked" from the "one thing necessary", enchanted with a certain fae-infused Christianity that really doesn't exist ... except ... except as a secret in the heart in a space shared only between oneself and Christ. Which is to say it absolutely exists but perhaps loses some of its existence the more we try to squeeze it out of the Christian tradition, hoping for any small drop of fae-juice that might be found within the Christic Revelation.
It's like the told experience of meeting the Good Folk themselves, it's on the periphery, out the corner of the eye, in the fading light and shifting shapes of twilight. The moment you focus to heavily upon it, it ceases to be and can in fact make a fool of you.
Though that is not enough a deterrent to stop me from going looking. 😉
I think Stivell's ancestors got sick of fighting the ever-encroaching Saxons and emigrated from Cornwall back over the water to Brittany to find some peace. And I can't say that I blame them.
Beautiful Loup. And I think you've answered perfectly the apparent dilemma we spoke of in a previous post along with John Fitzgerald. Sometimes one's such as us can get seemingly "side-tracked" from the "one thing necessary", enchanted with a certain fae-infused Christianity that really doesn't exist ... except ... except as a secret in the heart in a space shared only between oneself and Christ. Which is to say it absolutely exists but perhaps loses some of its existence the more we try to squeeze it out of the Christian tradition, hoping for any small drop of fae-juice that might be found within the Christic Revelation.
It's like the told experience of meeting the Good Folk themselves, it's on the periphery, out the corner of the eye, in the fading light and shifting shapes of twilight. The moment you focus to heavily upon it, it ceases to be and can in fact make a fool of you.
Though that is not enough a deterrent to stop me from going looking. 😉
Amen, brother, you spoke my heart.
This one touched my heart closely!
This Stivell album is wonderful; thank you!
I think Stivell's ancestors got sick of fighting the ever-encroaching Saxons and emigrated from Cornwall back over the water to Brittany to find some peace. And I can't say that I blame them.
Germanic Saxons got them in Albion... Germanic Franks got them on the Continent... no escape from those dang Germans.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cgrEA6eQ_g