Rhosyn barugog

Rhosyn barugog ~ Frosted rose

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”
― Crowfoot

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Roedd e’n ddiwrnod barugog eto. Roedd y ddaear yn galed - fel haearn, dŵr fel maen, wrth gwrs. Ond does dim eira, eto.

Gwnaethon ni recordio pump mwy o rannau o'r llyfr Nor'dzin ‘Battlecry of Freedom’, a byddan nhw fynd allan ar ‘YouTube’ unwaith y wythnos. Bydd hynny'n gweld ni  i mewn i'r flwyddyn newydd.

Rydyn hefyd wedi dechrau ysgrifennu ein cardiau Nadolig. Mae'n amser diddorol o flwyddyn, pan rydyn ni'n meddwl am bobol lle ein perthynas yw dim ond un cerdyn y flwyddyn. Yn y cyfamser maen nhw i gyd yn fyw bywydau llawn, rydw i'n siŵr - tra rydyn ni'n cadw cysylltiad tenau iawn.

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It was a frosty day again. The earth was hard - like iron, water like a stone, of course. But there is no snow, yet.

We recorded five more parts of the Nor'dzin's book 'Battlecry of Freedom', and they will go out on YouTube once a week. That will see us into the new year.

We have also started writing our Christmas cards. It's an interesting time of year, when we think about people where our relationship is just one card a year. In the meantime they're all living full lives, I'm sure - while we keep very tenuously in touch.

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