"Rhiannon was a queen in a world far above us called the bright world, where all the colors were brighter, and everyone had a special sort of glow around them. It was a beautiful world, and she loved her world, but she fell in love with a mortal king from OUR world...and she left her world to come to ours to be with him. Rhiannon had three birds, one white, one emerald green, and one golden. It is said that in time of war, or strife, or pain, that her song can be heard.
"And down the glorious pathway, came the three singing birds, straight into the middle of the trouble and hardship ..." but that when you heard her song, your eyes would softly close and you would slip away. When you awoke the trouble would be gone, the sky would be the most wondrous blue, and far in the back of your mind you would hear that little song,, like a delicate little music box. If you were lucky, you might even see the three beautiful birds slowly flying away from you, and if you were very very lucky, you might even see Rhiannon .... slowly turning around to you to say, everything is fine,- She is smiling, and you see her disappear into the fine white clouds.
It is said that the legend is true...so I send you the energy from my golden cross and the three singing birds of Rhiannon to comfort you and to keep you safe. .." ~Stevie Nicks, in a letter to the Gulf War Troops, Stars & Stripes, 1991
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Funny, how I'm a chaos magnet. I've always held that I'm not a drama queen--maybe my perception of my Self is way off. Striving for equanimity...
just when it seems really bleak and unfocused, you look out at a color and flash, with laser sharpness, a cardinal, a reminder that the beauty is always there...
how poetic! I just typed that with a peacock quill.
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