A Box of Dreams liner notes

Reflections on the way life was, the way life is, the way life might be – peaceful meanderings through the mysteries of life, the journeys where we touch days, remember days, approach new days with the experience these mysteries have given us, with the revelations that still lie before us waiting to be discovered.

From where I am now I have time to remember, time to go beyond.

Lothlorien…

…beautiful as a dream…
…pure as the dawn of creation…
…old as the beginning of time…
the leaves do not fall – they turn to gold…
…the vale of the land of singers…
…the valley of the singing gold…
…Dreamflower…

 

How far is it from the beginning to the end.

 

A daydream is as rich a gift as any. Like Afer Ventus, the wind from Africa, or Eurus, the East wind, Boreas from the North or the gentle Zephyrs, the imagination is free and can choose and create its own journey. As with all dreams, we reach for the ideal and we find ourselves in Caribbean Blue…

 

The theme of dreams: On the river of my imagination I feel I can go anywhere. Possibilities are endless. And so, on this ship of dreams, I sail away. The map of who I am guides me into the light of the heavenly stars, still visible in the morning sky. Something wonderful steers my course – my belief that there is a journey worth creating, worth following. The sky deepens blue, wide and giving. I flow where the river takes me and as it opens out into the ocean I see hues of indigo. What new worlds await me? What will I discover? This is a journey of the heart, mind and soul. I dive into my book of days, tireless navigator. The words within myself tell me to trust what is inscribed and I will find the way through. I pass the Isles of Ebudae. A whispering world, the domain of ancient queens. Wonders to behold. Sail on. Sail on. Someday into the Land of the Summer Stars. The air thickens, beautiful storms wrap around me. Amharc tríd na stormeacha. Above me a deep sea of clouds, below the water endless and free. As I wish myself homeward one joyful thought begets another and I find my way back to the moment in my ship of dreams.

the ancient islands of the coast of Caledonia…inscribed on ancient maps…found in ancient sounds…

Watermark…
…the line of separation…the impression…
…the rising…the mark left…

 

Na laetha gael m’óige

The eyes of a child
can lay asleep
not knowing
time could never be enough.
The eyes of a child can cry.
I cry.
The same child within me cries.

I grew to remember the promises of youth
and walked the road of destiny,
and walked the road that was to be mine.

Looking through my childhood
I was so happy,
unaware of life.
Our time was so short.
I sorrow for it.
Long gone the day.

The brighter days of my youth held promise.
The way before me held sure destiny.

I remember
…the shore.
The plain of…
…the shelter
Maragallan

Athair ar neamh…
…Calm and understanding…
…away from the day…

Thoughts from an Oriel window…
The evening star…
Persia…
the isles of ebony…
Winter gardens…
the singing-ringing tree…

As the light hits a crystal each of its many sides reflect a different hue. As we walk in the light of our lives so the human heart ignites and radiates emotion, wonderfully varied. To be human in to be passionately alive. To be human is to embrace each and every experience with an open heart. To be human is to express courageously. The colours of emotion shimmer within us, constantly changing, constantly moving, colours of goodbye kisses, of wishes all too great, of time stolen, of fears deep inside, the colours of the sacred pool, of our journey’s end, the colours of those brave enough to follow, the colours of Divinity, of hope, despair, of love. We are all of these and more. The colours of the crystal. The colours of the heart. With passion…we feel…we live.

Do gach duine a thug cead dom isteah i do shaoil go maiream a cheil.

The journey home…
my journey ends here.

The exile of lonely words…
the exile of heart and soul.

liner notes by Roma Ryan
EMI Publishing Ltd, 1997