Once she raised two eggs on a cliff on the moor. Word spread the Dragon had not been seen. Was she gone? Had she taken ill? Who would protect them! Armed bandits were the first to plan their raid on the nearby villagers. First they sent out a search party. As they neared, they saw she was in her lair. "Why are you here? I should ask you," the Dragon said. "I am the dragon but I fly no more. I fly no more yet am the dragon still." They thought she said, "I cannot fly now." They reported she was roosting eggs. That she did not fly. "Were they golden?" "How do you know?" "Is it true they have magic power?" On they talked until they believed it must be worth the risk. Now the Captain was a pious pirate, the best of the lot. He had risen as chief of them having some schooling in him before he ran from home and lettered, he added arithmetic, and map reading, and had made himself useful until he knew several of the seven seas. He was...
By her contagious confidence, Pat McSweeney made you aware of a greatness you could realize or "what loving yourself you could accomplish," said friend and fellow advocate for peace and justice, Frances Jeffries. Jill Stein, M.D. former presidential candidate of the Green Party USA said of Pat "She was my teacher and leader and good friend--from the days of relocalization and Peak Oil back decades ago--Pat inspired me on and taught me about Catholic Liberation in the Americas. She knew everybody and connected us. She was a Tree of Life. She coached me on what to wear saying 'You need to embody your hope in your attire.' To this day I think if Pat would approve." "Pat was remarkable for her joy, her peace; she was never gloom and doom," said her second cousin Mary Ellen. The families emigrated from Kiloren, County Kerry, Ireland. Mary Ellen's parents, her father a Foley, settled in Roslyndale and then West Roxbury, while Pat's settled in T...