Saturday, February 1, 2020


An Invitation
Welcome, weary traveler! Come and rest by my fire. I see that your boots are worn from the hard ways of the road and your fine cloak is rent by the thorns of the world. Come, then, and sit. Shall I tell you a story?

There is meat aplenty here, and fine ale for the taking. More than these, though, there are tales to be had – I spin them myself – and thoughts to be pondered; but that part is yours. It is for me to offer such things as I hope shall instruct, interest, and amuse you. It is for you to taste my offerings and see whether they are to your benefit, or whether you were better having never tried them. Remember as you take your nourishment (and as another fine author* once said) that the mind, too, has a kind of blood. As such, it, too, seeks good wine and bread – and, I would add, something more than those.

But come, then, I pray you. Be at your ease and listen as this Caitliceach Cailín unfolds for you legends no mortal tongue has told and shows you paths no Son of Adam’s foot has trod. Listen, stranger, and hear: the door to other Places is opening. Will you not come in?

* Willa Cather, “Shadows on the Rock”