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"It is fairly obvious that Trendle’s Ohio is not Ohio at all, but Fairyland; colored with the blues of Chicory, the cream of Queen Anne’s Lace, the bright, honeyed sorcery of Marigold, all bunched together in Trendle’s gathering-skirt. Even Farmer Shaw believes in the Lady of the Ellwood," Edwina Peterson Cross, Poetry Editor, Welcome Home

Thank you Winnie for your support, it means a lot to me, having you here. And everyone else, Welcome! I would like to have an adventure, lets walk down a trail and see what magic we can find, want to? There may be portals between the hedgerows and the corn fields so keep a good eye open. Whichever path we take let's keep nature close by our side and our hearts tuned to the divine, shall we? I have a feeling it's going to be grand. I'll meet you here by the blue door.

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Sunday, August 01, 2004

Mystery In Motion 

by Trendle Ellwood

There will be a mystery. And the mystery will be, how to rise up from the mud that you were cast from. There will be others who will try to pull you back into this mud, they will tell you that it is where you belong, but your eyes will be on the sky, and you will know in your heart that it is where you are bound to go. They will tell you that the sky is a delusion, a trick, even a deceiver. They will tell you that the light that you see is the devil out to get you. They will think that you are lost when you are finding your way. The mystery will be how you will rise from such. You will reach for the sky and you will grasp it, and maybe just maybe there will be a day when they will also wipe the mud from their eyes and you will be able to reach them with your hands and help pull them up to the sky with you, those ones who told you that it was not possible to arise from the mud that you were cast from. At times it is very very tempting to just fall back down into the mud, after all it is soft, it is warm, it is comfortable, but in your heart you know that if you lay back down into the mud that you will simply die in your sleep there. And to the ones still within the mud you will become the mystery. You are the mystery in motion.

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