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The Art of Inheriting Secrets — Review

The Art of Inheriting SecretsThe Art of Inheriting Secrets by Barbara O’Neal

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

“My first glimpse of Rosemere Priory came just before dusk, when the last of the day’s sunlight fingered the old stones a rosy gold. It was vast and rambling, bay upon bay of Elizabethan windows, with two crenellated towers pointing into an eggplant sky.

Everything I knew about my mother shattered in that instant.”

“The Art of Inheriting Secrets” opens with these strong, beautiful words. And so I tumbled onto an old English estate, joining Olivia Shaw as she unraveled the secrets of her ancestors, uncovered her own deepest desires, and befriended English people from several classes.

Like all of Barbara O’neal’s books, this one features strong women, good men, families, dogs, food, and adventure. The addition of mystery, history, and a delicious romance made “The Art of Inheriting Secrets” a very satisfying read about true nobility.

“Our families have been neighbors for more than four centuries. Four hundred years,” he added for weight. “Always, it was the Barbers and the Shaws, side by side. We stood in solidarity over many things and quarreled about others, but I believe our people have always stood for the same ideas—that with great wealth comes responsibility.”

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Portal Magic

Window in the sky

makes me wonder:

What’s beyond?

Walking the same paths and sitting in the same spots rewards the soul. I love seeing new places, exploring and discovering things for the first time. But there is a richness, a sweetness, a deep satisfaction in revisiting, reflecting, reconnecting.

Do you have a magical place that feeds your soul? I’d love to hear about it.

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Be Here Now — and GROW

I’m sitting on the dock of the lake, experiencing time. Enjoying the present. Feeling my world expand.

This timespace is a treasure. As is every time and space. But sometimes, it is hard to feel the gift of the moment. Perspective helps. Silence helps. Nature helps. So when possible, I give myself these gifts.

Whenever and wherever from you’re reading this, I hope you’ll share your treasure of the moment in the comments. Thank you for sharing this timespace with me.

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Water Lily Magic

Nature Magic heals. Flower Magic inspires. Beauty soothes my soul.

I am feeling grateful for my happy place. For time to walk. And time to sit. For cygnets and water lilies and red-winged blackbirds. For birds chirping and insects buzzing. For the sweet smell of the air.

Life is good.

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The Light

I love quiet time. Time to listen to the wisdom of the world. My Sunday morning awareness follows. P

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Torn Asunder

I wasn’t sure if “annihilation” was the word I needed at the end, so I checked its meaning. In addition to the common meaning, there’s this:

Physics.

Also called pair annihilation. the process in which a particle and antiparticle unite, annihilate each other, and produce one or more photons.

 

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The Slavic Moons and Meditations

Slavic Moon Calendar. So excited to find this blog.

Inner Art Spirit

You will have to correlate this to a moon calendar of the year you are working with, but starting with the first New Moon after the Spring Equinox, roughly:

March Moon – Brezeň – The Birch Moon – The first new moon after the Spring Equinox. This is the time of transition from winter into the warmth of spring, a hopeful time of eternal renewal.  The birch is sacred to the Young Goddess of Spring in her various forms of Lada, Jarilla, Vesna, and also Devana.  The birch is used as a protective talisman as well as a cleansing “broom” in the sauna.  It is sometimes connected to the concept of the World Tree that connects the Underworld, the Physical World and the Spirit World. We can see in the Russian euphemism used when someone was dying, “they are going to the birches.” This is a good time to reevaluate…

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Healthy Wealthy and Wise

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Open sleep-shut eyes
Unplug lie-glued ears
Behold Rainbow Life
the miracle tone
always
rings inside

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Ukrainian Fire Myths, Beliefs, and Superstitions

iu-2Hutsul Beliefs about Fire

Source: У що вірили гуцули: звичаї, традиції та вірування

The attitude of the highlnaders toward fire is especially reverent. Signs and superstitions concerning fire are many.

  • Going out onto the mountain glad with the flock, the shepherds should also ignite the so-called living fire: the flame is extracted by rubbing together two pieces of soft wood. The bonfire must be maintainted the whole time they are on the glade.
  • If bread is passed over a fire to a child, he or she will surely grow up a thief.
  • If someone spits into a fire, a blister will form on his tongue.
  • It is considred a sin to throw hair into the fire.
  • When the fire in the oven is cracking loudly, the Hutsul will say that an angry person will come into the house.

A Ukrainian Fire Legend

Source: UkrainianBooks.com Про Вогонь

The fire of one master found itself with the fire of another master, and they began to speak amongst themselves. The first says: “Life is good with my master, for he treats me well – when needed, he lays some kindling, and not needed, he takes a clean water and douses me. So it is good for me.” The second says: “For me, things are bad, for my master gives me poor quality firewood, and when I am not needed, pours washwater over me. I want to make him aware that I shall walk over his farm.” The first one says: “When you walk, do not burn the wheels of my master, which are found in your master’s yard.”

And so it happened that at night, a fire started at the homestead of the second master, and everything burned down, but the wheel of the first master rolled away and survived.

Do you know other Ukrainian fire lore? Beliefs from other traditions? I’d love to hear. Comment below.
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Rising from Ashes

muddled yearning
ever turning
fire in my bowl

stir it
feed it
don't impede it
burning makes me whole

Priestess of the Fire Tribe by Martin Bridge

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