|Tir Nan Óg|
Today I smile at "the overlap" or, the place where subjects coincide such as science and religion, life and art, or imagination and reality, bad luck or new opportunity. The Overlap is that between place where things seem one way but might be another; it's where anything is possible.
I look for the overlap every day for that is the place where we have the power to transform lemons in to lemonaid.
Consequently, I've always got a little piece of my mind geared toward these intrigues. Was that a weeping cedar tree, or a Seussical creature migrating? A dead-end road or the gateway to a trod? Trash or treasure?
Yesterday, I had a conversation about the origins of the Fae, wherein the legends of the Tuatha De Dannan were spoken of and this morning, in mulling over those legends, a flap of overlap happened to slap right across my brain.
What is folklore and what is history? Sometimes no one can say, but we would be short-sighted to conclude that they do not ever overlap.
It always makes me smile to find these mingling insights, all the better to share and spend the rest of the day in a little bit of wonder.
In Greek mythology, the Hyperboreans were a mythical people who lived far to the north of Thrace. Their land was perfect with the sun shining twenty-four hours a day.
"Never the Muse is absent