The Unborn
In the great debate about killing the unborn or not, the fundamental decision is: do human beings have a right to life?
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Welcome to Mise Bean
Scroll through the blogs of Nona
'When an old person dies, a library burns down.'
Welcome to my blogs on Mise Bean
(pronounced misha-bann)
'Mise bean' means 'I am a woman' in Irish. My name is Nona, and I invite you to scroll down and read through my blogs. Please feel free to contact me or leave a comment. I would love to hear what you think. Only courteous comments are acceptable. With thanks, Nona.
Bealtaine
Welcome to Bealtaine, the month of May, when the Bean an Ti (woman of the house) would dress the May Bush with primroses and ribbons, when flowers would fill the gardens, hedgerows and woods and long warmer days would bring great joy,
Bluebell Wood
In May we went to Bluebell Wood
To walk the earth of azure blue
To see the bells of thimble heads
In their annual spring debut
They flowered beneath a canopy
Of beech just breaking bud
An ornamental curlicue
A periwinkle flood
Lilac lily of the forest flora
Hanging trumpets, violet hues
Purple blossomed coinnle corra*
Beryl bloom with light imbued
Bluebell, wood of hidden fairies
Gorm** rich below the bough
Cloigini*** nod to time the dancers’
Sean-nÓs**** on the moonlit ground
*Bluebells **Blue ***Bells ****Traditional Irish Dance
Nona
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