I'm going to go find a nice quite hilltop tonight and say a few quiet words- enjoy the clear night and the view tonight. A small yule fire and some good beer returned to the earth.

Hope everyone has a good year.


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Enjoy the peace, quiet, and solitude.

Sounds like a relaxing, introspective evening.

Hope you have a good year as well.

Happy Yule my friend.
Nollaig Shona Dhuit.
Slan
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I tried that [b]kwaanzaa lite[/b]- but it doesn't have many good song to download. :(

Yeah - I could use a few more listings in the sacred sites---I'l check out the one you mentioned. I love the llano area. I stayed on some friends property up there a few years ago. 300 acres on the river. I could easily live there very happily.

Any idea on the rationale behing the cheif's name?? Struck me as a bit unusual. Any stories from john graves on the subject??

(was teague from your family?? I know a teague in san antonio.)

Happy Yule, and may the return of the sun brighten and make prosperous your year ahead!


A better burden can no man bear
on the way than his mother wit;
'tis the refuge of the poor, and richer it seems
than wealth in a world untried.

A better burden can no man bear
on the way than his mother wit:
and no worse provision can he carry with him
than too deep a draught of ale.

Less good than they say for the sons of men
is the drinking oft of ale:
for the more they drink, the less can they think
and keep a watch o'er their wits.

A bird of Unmindfulness flutters o'er ale feasts,
wiling away men's wits:
with the feathers of that fowl I was fettered once
in the garths of Gunnlos below.

Drunk was I then, I was over drunk
in that crafty Jötun's court.
But best is an ale feast when man is able
to call back his wits at once.

Silent and thoughtful and bold in strife
the prince's bairn should be.
Joyous and generous let each man show him
until he shall suffer death.

A coward believes he will ever live
if he keep him safe from strife:
but old age leaves him not long in peace
though spears may spare his life.

A fool will gape when he goes to a friend,
and mumble only, or mope;
but pass him the ale cup and all in a moment
the mind of that man is shown.

He knows alone who has wandered wide,
and far has fared on the way,
what manner of mind a man doth own
who is wise of head and heart.

Keep not the mead cup but drink thy measure;
speak needful words or none:
none shall upbraid thee for lack of breeding
if soon thou seek'st thy rest.  

Herds know the hour of their going home
and turn them again from the grass;
but never is found a foolish man
who knows the measure of his maw.

The miserable man and evil minded
makes of all things mockery,
and knows not that which he best should know,
that he is not free from faults.

The unwise man is awake all night,
and ponders everything over;
when morning comes he is weary in mind,
and all is a burden as ever.

The unwise man weens all who smile
and flatter him are his friends,
nor notes how oft they speak him ill
when he sits in the circle of the wise.

The unwise man weens all who smile
and flatter him are his friends;
but when he shall come into court he shall find
there are few to defend his cause.

For the unwise man 'tis best to be mute
when he come amid the crowd,
for none is aware of his lack of wit
if he wastes not too many words;
for he who lacks wit shall never learn
though his words flow ne'er so fast.

Wise he is deemed who can question well,
and also answer back:
the sons of men can no secret make
of the tidings told in their midst.

Too many unstable words are spoken
by him who ne'er holds his peace;
the hasty tongue sings its own mishap
if it be not bridled in.

Let a man never stir on his road a step
without his weapons of war;
for unsure is the knowing when need shall arise
of a spear on the way without.

With raiment and arms shall friends gladden each other,
so has one proved oneself;
for friends last longest, if fate be fair
who give and give again.

Cattle die and kinsmen die,
thyself too soon must die,
but one thing never, I ween, will die, --
fair fame of one who has earned.

-The Havamal

[b]Isa-Tai[/b] is the one I was referring to regarding the name--I believe it has an unusual translation.

Graves is a true texas Treasure.

( I didn't see any teagues listed in a history of the county- so I wasn't sure)

Good choice Hannah- words to live by.


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