What Others Are Saying

"Be enchanted and transformed by this very human journey of 23 Days A Celtic Journey, in which, 'all the world has changed and nothing has changed at all.'"

Eileen Wrenn C.S.W. Transformational Psychotherapist and Magus

Pt. Jefferson Station, New York

"A must read for anyone who has ever searched for their soulmate. Like Diana in 23 Days A Celtic Journey, you might find your own soul."

Carole Russo, Actress

Hollywood, California and New York City

"This book is an engaging love stroy, yes, but it goes beyond that. 23 Days A Celtic Journey is a story of a woman's courage and triumph. The language is beautiful; the message is inspiring. It reads like a classic, and I find myself referring back to passages. This is a book I'll read again and again."

Allison Holloway, Co-owner of the Village Bookery

West Liberty, Ohio

"Diana Rankin's lyrical poem about her 23-day mythical journey is nothing less tha a sacred gift of healing and love."

Jeanne Busemeyer, Editor, Hyde Park Publishing Services

Cincinnati, Ohio

"Diana Rankin bares her soul in 23 Days A Celtic Journey--the longing, the passion, heartache, vulnerability, and completeness. She speaks so beautifully to us all.

Rev. Claire Kruthaupt

Dayton, Ohio

23 Days A Celtic Journey

Read on, read on my friend

But only if you dare;

This is my soul written,

Unfolding as it may,

This is my story told of

This mythic life I live.

Beware,

Beware, my friend

In case there's any doubt,

A Mythic Life though grand indeed

Will bring you to your knees,

It will take the life you know

Turn it inside out

And dare you to become that one

You've boldly dreamed aobut.

Courage it will take, my friend

Courage few may have

For of this life you are required

To give up all of you.

This is the story of my soul told

In not so pretty ways

Of love, betrayal, wound's healing ways

Of what this life required of me.

It may be hard to read at times,

You may see yourself, for

In this life,

This Mythic Life,

We are all one you see.

So, my friend, read on, read on,

If you are so bold

But know my story is your story too,

All men and woman everywhere,

If you cry it's not for me

These are your tears you shed, and

If you laugh it's not for me

This is your laughter too.

In this Mythic Life we lead

All tears, all joy are we.

So if you find you turn away

From this tale of mine

Look into your own heart

It too is part of mine.

This is a tale of my quest,

This journey of my soul.

It took me to Love

Deeper than I have ever known;

It gave me joy, unbounded joy, and

Slashed my heart to shreds, then

In its grace, this Life led me

Beyond a place I'd known

It gave me peace and love so grand,

It gave me back to me.

It all began--

23 Days A Celtic Journey can be ordered at your local bookstore or online at

www.2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=11795 , www.amazon.com, or any other online bookseller.

ISBN     softcover        00-7388 5446-8

ISBN     hardcover     1-4010-1426-7

Healing Stories from this Sacred Land

This land is a gift. It holds memories and gives them back to me if in my silent asking I care to bear witness. I live on this land. I am the caretaker of the stories that unforlded before I came and I am the guardian of the stories that play themselves out in my life to become tomorrow's history.

     The stories are held in the trees and the wind that rushes through the leaves of these trees--maple, red and golden oak, shaggy bark hickory, black walnut, thron-studded locust--Ohio trees grown tall with the years. I have to look up to see the branches. These stories are held in the soil in which thee tall trees grow and on which my home is built. This soil brings forth pink and white trillium every spring after being buried beneath winter's snow and in which groundhogs burrow their way through a feast of summer's crop of grub worms. This soil holds the stories that murmur through me as I walk, the slow planting of one foot before the other, often stopped altogether to hear the cacophony of tree frogs, crickets, and songbirds.

     The stories are held in the great stones that rest in a circle between the tended yard and meadow, giant boulders of limestone and granite dug from the farmer's field with horse and plow, or before the farmer, arranged by the Shawnee, Miami, Delaware, ancestors of my lineage when Delaware blood mixed with my Celtic heritage in the mid 1700s when my family came to this land of Ohio, capitives of the Delaware, children whose parents fled Ireland the way their ancestors had fled the highlands of Scotland before them.

Healing Stories from this Sacred Land to be published in 2006.