Description: I was reading my Celtic Book of Days & today was the story of, "The Luideag or Washer was an apparition which warriors never wanted to encounter as she was washing out the bloody shirts of those to be slain the next day. Although she was feared, her action was a kindly one for, as an aspect of the Cailleach, she washed out the blood of one life into the river, making the garment of flesh white once again ready to assume a new life."
Mixes nice also with the rain storm outside!
Enjoy life & love ES!
Love,Peace,Joy&Smilez 2 share
The Cleansing -------------------------------------------
Gently falling words
Freedom blowing wind
Cleansing rain of virtue
I wonder if I picture a fresh spring rain, warming the tender shoots beneath the soil, might I see also the cleansing? Or might it be the sweet freshness at the end of a long hot day, when the rain cools the air in soft breezes? Then again as sweet words fall from your lips, they brighten us like a brilliant rainbow, cleansing our thoughts and returning our soul to its rightful place! Wow, what might we see in some ones words. Great thoughts here, and quite well put together. Its mixed with emotion too. Well done Later