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posted by jm at 2:44 AM
Friday, March 20, 2009
About Me
- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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57 Comments:
Ohhh that looks so inviting. My butt thanks you for the cushion. I'm a fidgeter.
Our butts at least should be happy.
That's what I like about cyberspace talk. We can fidget as much as we want. get up, sit down, go away, come back. An odd freedom with unusual coversational flow.
Sad news about your aunt. You brought her to life here. I'm glad to have known her through you.
Wishing you well with your new projects. I can't wait to hear about them.
Different aunt. Entirely.
Thanks on the projects!
Wondered, I always assumed the beloved Taurean was your father's sister, so a small bit of good news this morning.
The death was good. She was old with Alzheimer's, so it was a wonderful release.
She was a very very talkative Gemini in her earlier years and it's interesting that the two most people oriented in the family eventually tuned them all out. The Taurean, on the other hand, could take others or leave them, mostly leaving them, and she's lived the longest.
In the same vein, the new projects and the next chapter of my life are springing from the Cafe, the blog that isn't concerned with group belonging. It just exists by itself comfortably, like my aunt.
Let me add my well-wishes to your new endeavors! Do let us know how it goes. Until then... :o)
Thanks joe!!
Thanks for the update with the aunt.
There are certain ones who will be missed no matter their age, the Taurean aunt makes a big impact, eve for us way out on her periphery.
Like Joe, I wait to hear what you are up to.
I have been worn down and have turned off most of what is unnecessary in my life and find it richer.
You have given so, so much to all of JM it has been astonishing. I for one have come away with so much, I've at times felt like a thief, taking without paying. You have sent me thinking along new paths and looking around corners. It's just about my highest praise my friend.
I am in Las Vegas. The unexpected happens. For the first time in years. Possibly more than thirty, the place is moving at a subdued pace I am actually able to tolerate. Usually I have to flee for fear of screaming within hours.
Life proceeds and not in ways I could have anticipated.
Las Vegas!!!
What are you doing there?? Vegas is supposedly one of the best places to be in the country now economically.
Thank you Sweet 1. Praise is my medicine.
I have a lot to do and still need time but I'm leaning toward the praise and recognition aspect and away from trying to formfit into others' impossible shapes, competing in uninteresting games. It has to be genuine desire that leads me to myself.
I'm on the verge of marketing my product, satisfaction waiting only for me to become completely self absorbed. Or as close as possible. It will grow in stages. I'm becoming interested in myself as an artist again, and this stretch of silence has created fertile ground.
First step is money and high speed for computer advertising. I'm going to design promotional material and I think I'll thoroughly enjoy that. My whole direction is changing. Instead of trying to prove some abstract nonsense I'm simply going to sell what I already have.
OMG JM this is music to my ears and my soul!
Vegas is very much at the bottom economically now. I am helping my son move. The airlines he is working for has closed many of its stations and is reducing the Vegas one due to lack of traffic.
His seniority is too low to stay here so he is being deployed to Phoenix.
Days of clearing out while he works, we have arrived at the end. He has a few days off to move and so tomorrow we leave with a packed vehicle for a desert drive. We have to make two as there was too much stuff and we are too poor to have confidence we can replace the tools of creativity any time soon.
Your words sink deeply into me.
A few days ago I drew the 10 Pentacle reversed. Failing business 101. For some reason this card between the 3 cups and Queen of Wands has captured me and not let go for days. Pondering it as I drove across the desert has revealed many aspects of myself.
Mainly this: that my life is out of balance. My treasures are piled high on the soul/ spirit side and I have impoverished myself on the mundane side. Giving away my talent, making bad investments with my money, time, affection, care has left me very constrained and as I say out of balance.
This needs a reckoning.
I am delighted in your words for you. I will be listening and looking for your messages on the signposts for you will be somewhere ahead of me on the trail.
Can't wait for u-tubes of you to be posted!
Love you much.
Saturn in Libra is a lifetime of establishing balance, and a lifetime it takes.
Giving away my talent, making bad investments with my money, time, affection, care has left me very constrained and as I say out of balance.
That is exactly my situation and it's ending. It was OK until now but my progress depends on breaking my habits. I had glorious freedom living the monk's life of poverty, giving everything away, but now I'm broke and motion dictates going out in the world seriously. So the giving away for nothing is over. Thank you Wise 1 for this.
With NN1 and the coming Aries transits, we are in a position to judge ourselves and make major decisions in our favor. I'm going home to myself and anyone who wants to, can join here and there. I usually move ahead of the pack and never look back but I was sagely advised once to turn around occasionally and let them be there. I have yet to work this out. I do know that they will have to fit into my shape, not me into theirs. That will fail as I have already paid the deities of compromise in full.
If you truly want to continue spiritual development, support will be there. It always is for me.
You are better than you know, even with the major flaws undulating. You know those more than anyone. Believe me they know not. Nor do they recognize real spiritual mastery. So the decision is yours. Sometimes the goddess can be quiet. Even inert. So it's up to you.
I have no idea if the change in direction will improve circumstance, and that's not important. I do know that I can write the next chapter myself and if I really want more fulfilling endeavors, I will have them. Everything comes with an exchange. Something for Something is the next game.
With Pluto through my 9th I learned that things never quite work. The thing we seek doesn't exist. How could it? It's an idea(l). So I'm adjusting my demands on reality to fit my new philosophy, allowing my dream body to continue within it's earthly encasing. Less than perfect has a right to exist too. Even thrive.
Everything is haywire. My monitor went out, then my mouse, and now my telephone, so getting connected is haphazard at the moment. But I'm still here. Presently at the library. Out in the 3D world!
Your Saturn return is coming up. Perfect time for balancing. The physics of relationship.
Not that it really matters, but the science says it's inhibiting our inhibitions that make us so creative! Traveling without fear- haven't they been paying attention to the metaphysicians?
"This SEED magazine piece describes some current research into what's happening in the mind of a Jazz musician during improvisation:
The first study, led by Charles Limb of the NIH and Johns Hopkins University, examined the brain activity of jazz musicians as they played on a piano. The musicians began with pieces that required no imagination such as the C-major scale and a simple blues tune they’d memorized in advance. But then came the creativity condition: The musicians were told to improvise a new melody as they played alongside a recorded jazz quartet.
While the musicians riffed on the piano, giant magnets whirred overhead monitoring minor shifts in their brain activity. The researchers found that jazz improv relied on a carefully choreographed set of mental events, which allowed the musicians to discover their new melodies. Before a single note was played, the pianists exhibited a “deactivation” of the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex (DLPFC), a brain area associated with planned actions and self-control. In other words, they were inhibiting their inhibitions, which allowed the musicians to create without worrying about what they were creating. "
The loss of monitor and other events you describe are happening here too. Around me it is infrastructure that is declining. It is easy to see how these little rural towns fold up and blow away. There comes a tipping point and we will all pack and leave.
To stay current is too dear for our artist's life. Collaboration now seems the key for me. Sharing skills and expertise to move forward. It's slow but holds promise.
Most important:
Kisses and thanks for your presence. You have brought riches beyond my imagining.
I am deeply grateful.
Omg. Omg. This is exactly what's been circulating in my sometimes creative brain.
Before a single note was played, the pianists exhibited a “deactivation” of the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex (DLPFC), a brain area associated with planned actions and self-control.
This is so apropos and one of the main reasons I left the group. I've never liked prediction and now I even find myself losing interest in astrology altogether to some extent. Fitting life into those rigid places doesn't appeal to me and it has stifled my musical creativity. I got thorougly trapped by this frantic attempt to figure out what's going to happen and almost no one else uses astrology for overall understanding of life's conditions. So I had to make a big break. Lock-step is not for me. Circumstance is going to break free in general. Prediction is a sort of death and an attempt to mask internal fear. This is great information.
It will come. I do think artistic progress relies on breakthrough and sometimes difficult decisive actions. Faith, as well, since the predictable patterns don't apply, so well illustrated by your example. I battled with astrology before but now I'm ready to leave it be for awhile and embrace unencumbered creativity more fully than I have in a long time. It's really my best asset.
Current events aren't it. They aren't important. It's just something for people to do, those who have no creative individual outlet and lack excitement and aliveness, needing to avoid loneliness. There's a lot I don't want to talk about lately. There is no equal to the vitality I feel when breaking boundaries in creative activity. In my life now I am consolidating all my energy to make the next big move out of the confines of myself and old habit. I am patient. I'm getting closer to being free from the need to belong. I experienced a shift like this once before in my life - in the other direction. The years afterward were one long attempt to get unhitched. Thank god for the elasticity of organic life.
Kisses back to you for your partnership. We can continue now that I'm back on track, although still slowly extricating myself from the not-me I needed to visit. I see now the abandonment of my music as the saving grace in the temporary place I dwelled. They didn't mix and the entity was protecting itself by staying out, besides getting a breather from my fiddling. Rediscovery is the renewal ahead.
Thank you, Talented 1, for this input. I still think we place ourselves in traps simply to get free, and ideally to go to unexplored territory.
So odd. I haven't been online, but today I felt an urge. Right on time and in synch to receive the message.
We're beautifully in the groove. An artist must live spontaneously. Living for the moments without a future. Judging for one's self.
Traveling without fear- haven't they been paying attention to the metaphysicians?
Of course they haven't. They have to recognize them first. The basics - metaphysics 101 (cause and effect) - are next to impossible for them to comprehend. So it's useless until deactivation of the DLPFC comes. Until then, it's child's play.
It's the most beautiful spring ever here. Probably my reborn attentiveness is adding the dimension I needed.
This is so important. I specifically set out to edit my lifetime body of work and rearrange things outside of the usual patterns. I wanted to get free enough to play each one differently every time in order to fulfill myself. I can't do it for them and get that. Then I got sidetracked, probably daunted by the task.
Last night I created a new workspace for one of my keyboards with this task in mind. Looks like a green light!
"This is so important. I specifically set out to edit my lifetime body of work and rearrange things outside of the usual patterns. I wanted to get free enough to play each one differently every time in order to fulfill myself...
Last night I created a new workspace for one of my keyboards with this task in mind. Looks like a green light!"Fabulous!! and this is why it is so important to me to connect with you- for I am doing much the same.
I find myself at the end of my savings. I worked so hard to achieve them for a rainy day.
I guess it was raining.
Now everything is at risk. When I head off to present my work this year is it will be a make or break moment. I am spurred to sort, sift and merge what feels right.
I cannot guess what the others want, that has not been the path for me. So, I will give them only what I want to.
And finding what I want to has been a challenge that requires little interruption from the outside. And setting up new workspaces. It feels great!
And I am taking a page from your book and thinking about how I look too.
I have been reading Sami dictionaries and Algonquin language resources. Letting the words move through me. It is connecting me to my ancestors in some odd way that is very satisfying. There is poetry in the words that form images in the mind that English does not.
Little exercises that are very much like improv. for you musicians.
I worked more on my new space and realized how much my keyboards add to the environment. I particularly love the way the keys shine on my synthesizers.
How you look??? Really?
The thing about costuming is that we get to be different characters. It's amazing how an outfit can affect feelings and behavior. I find it a great way to relieve the tedium of living. I have not been doing this and I miss it.
What is your image of yourself? The one(s) you think represent you best style-wise.
And speaking of English, I also realize how much I miss texture in my life. Writing was enjoyable for a time, but sound and touch were absent. I'm back in my sewing room and intend to add these sensations once again to my life and work. The piano is perfect - it incorporates both the tactile and aural senses. I want my life to be like the finest fabric possible.
The change coming up is relying on myself for motivation. I used to get inspiration from the flux of events surrounding me and I tried to re-create it through my recent behavior. But I no longer want others to determine my actions and most of all, my moments of inspiration. All the excitement out there is not at all exciting. I plan to be less reactive and more dynamically creative. The flux is like the weather. When I'm deeply absorbed in my work, the weather doesn't matter.
There's far too much English. The overdoing of language is one of the greatest indulgences. Too many words.
It's been a slow weaning process to pull myself out of other people's minds, even though I've managed to explore my own alongside. But interest in the others is waning, save for a few who share my loves, a few great artists, and the brief encounters that make up the wealth of daily living. Very brief.
Little exercises are a good idea. I'm thinking.
(((JM)))
love to you across the ether!
Chris!!! Love to you, too. My phone's been out since last Thursday so I've not been online since then. I'm at the library now and I had a funny feeling so I checked my blog. And here you are!!!
Excellent to hear from you. The ethers are fragrant in my neck of the universe. One day I'll have a phone again and who knows???
been missing you something fierce.
with the best of thoughts and much love and appreciation
Oh....ooh.... I know what you mean. I've had lots of perspective and room to breathe, feeling relieved to be back to my outsider position. It's interesting to observe it all.
I do, however, carry on conversations with you anyway! It's good to actually see you! You're the best.
I remember last 4th. We had a great one.
Btw. I've gone nowhere and probably always will. I'm available in my odd way. Traveling solo fundamentally, but making more room for people lately. More community engagement. Very little computer.
I haven't thrown it in the dumpster yet, though!
so glad to know.
It's been chaotic here, family, and a scary illness for me. Why share those things? Tseka my website has been dark for a coupla months. Needed the respite too. Walking back to health now and on the better side. The past two days seem just normal. God isn't normal lovely?
Going off in a couple of weeks to do my museum show up north will be watching for pointers and guideposts as this feels quite transitional for me.
Otherwise I'm finding a new level of comfort that is somewhat like what you describe. Even the obsession to paint has disappeared. I love to do it but the obsessional need- gone. This has released me into a new curiosity that reminds me of being 7 again.
Thank you for putting a few words here, you have been so often in my thoughts, you are one of my treasures.
xxx
Yes. Normal is lovely. And you are one of my rare treasures, which we can do something with soon.
I'm also in transition, but suspended at the moment, in-between the next dimension and the one I'm "walking" away from. The door hasn't opened yet for my grand entrance, and I'm hedging on complete closure of the old, but there is something to be gained from this outwardly unfocused state. Clear maps are being drawn inwardly. The analogy to childhood is good. I'm back to the initial work of getting comfortable in the spotlight, being animated and entertaining, and, of course, enlightening. Everything has been a prelude to this, but I still feel unrehearsed and uneducated, although that's probably not accurate.
What I'm learning at the moment is how important the physical dimension is to me, and back to "normal" is celebrating my physical grace and ability, and most of all ... my voice.
Perhaps this respite as you say has re-awakened that aspect of myself now to be used with more reverence.
The vanishing of obsession is more liberating than I can capture in words. Our rumination instincts can be bothersome.
I'm interested in the pointers and guideposts, and I identify with the darkening of the website. They're dark by nature and the light is artificial and too much like florescent. The results are far far less than satisfying. Not full. Pretty much lifeless. The lure has obsessive characteristics like television and the dependency is demeaning. So I'm wondering if the transition involves a different experience coming up for your show. Not elation like the first time, or despair like the last. But maybe something "normal!"
Our patio conversations are always illuminating.
You sum it up well, this point of "between." Our lives have always merged the creative and simple. Reverence is another good descriptor, i was thinking innocence but that is something of childhood not this circling back after the attenuation of self.
There will always be desire to improve the output, but now the process seems more like delight than mastering. And in this new place comes an immunity to other's opinion.
I am in love with both of these statements. So many words to get to these jewels ...
but now the process seems more like delight than mastering.
And in this new place comes an immunity to other's opinion.
I would trade all my gold and silver for that immunity. Everything.
I also see the folly in mastery after a point.
I wish you'd been with me this evening as I walked in the park. The full moon rising, the sun setting, and people chatting in groups on the grass by the lakes. They seemed especially relaxed tonight in their nylon camping chairs. Talking quietly and easily. Whispering to the moon maybe.
The same detour from mastery applies to conversation, I think. Not proving so much but simply enjoying the words rolling off the tongue and the company. Being comfortable together erases a lot of the need to impress. I like that.
I feel like I'm recovering from an illness in a way after the frantic battle of words and minds that I always knew was pointless. You know. The who's right, who's wrong thing. As far as I can see, no one has much figured out. And everyone gets glimpses. I wish we all could get the attention we crave and then get on to great conversation.
It's amusing to see how much we struggle to articulate, keep failing, but push on as if we really believe it will come. And in between, it all gets said anyway. If we only noticed.
Ahhhh ... the art of living.
I've always been attracted to the concept of mindfulness. I know our minds scamper ahead with curiosity, but mine has raced enough.
It's easy to pay attention in good moments, such as tonight in the park, and simply absorb the sensations without a lot of judgement. Real pleasure. But it gets difficult when the sensations are not pleasant. We become fearful often for no reason. Processing threat is tricky. It seems to me, theoretically, that we could apply the same principle to those moments and breathe more easily as we take in life.
As the "immunity" takes hold and develops....
And it's between me and life.
The moonlit park full of whispers sounds lovely, you took me there.
A gift came during Venus Rx - in the odd way of knowing and connecting that we share, my beloved of whom I've spoken, returned. He has been sharing thoughts, pages of poetry from years gone. This pulls me into a place of listening, a place where our edges touch in no space. It has been a long journey of teaching each other about things we barely comprehend. About love that holds but cannot grasp.
All this helps when lives spiral into chaotic moments requiring care, including mine.
The immunity is like drinking water from a creek after a long walk. I suspect it is only temporary quenching but, I'm marking the creek on my map. Maybe one day I'll build a wikiup next to it.
Thanks to our lucky stars.
We're saved! just read an article that Philips has developed an energy saving incandescent lightbulb.
Thought of you instantly! No more stockpiling necessary.
You've done it!! Omg. Unbelievable! I love when this happens. Here is a line from something I wrote last night:
I'm ready to take my reserved place in the spotlight, incandescent while I still can have it.
I was thinking about what would happen to stage lights and art galleries.
This is more important than you know. Last month I bought an energy saver and put it in my lamp. The light was so cold and barren I became frightened and quickly snatched it out. "Is this the coming world?" I thought. I've been worried ever since. Electric light is my life. Warmth and dancing color. I gave up on humanity and resigned myself. Zombieland here we come!
This is the best news in the world. Thank you my loved one. So good to have a friend in the know. Excellent, excellent, excellent. Just in the nick of time. I'll still be alive.
I rejoice. For several reasons.
I'm so happy I'm going to have a little cocktail in the park in my nylon chair as soon as the rainstorm ends. Watch that fat moon rise. Almost as good as incandescent.
Yes.
HaHahahaha I DO know how much that light means. I hate not just the fluorescent light, its gloom, its flicker, the poisonous mercury but all it represents in stupidity! mandated from people, I mean dimbulbs, who waste time on light bulbs.
we'll pile the whole lot on the rubbish heap and you will enter into your reserved place in the warm soft glow of the spotlight. You'll be gorgeous. (In purple?)
You have a good time with your cocktail and enjoy the park whispers. My vim is coming back, I can really feel it this afternoon. Who knows about these eclipses.
Skol
Vim! My kingdom for some vim.
My latest question posed to myself as I wander around and look at the task ahead of me is, "Where am I going to get the strength?"
I'm hoping Pluto-Mars will nourish the kernel. I know it's there. It's gotta be. Why am I an Aries? Neptune dissipates it, but there must be a potion. Protein powder? Something. Anything. Trix? Cash?
Cash flow, maybe, with plenty of immunity and non hyper inflammatory pursuits.
The park was sublime. I thought about THE world and mine. Worlds within worlds, none quite the same.
Purple, yes. And violet.
Strength
ummmhmmm again.
I drew three cards prior to the eclipse, full moon to look at the energies around me, The Star, Empress(she has been ever present since the new year or sometimes she turns up as Queen of Wands- Venus wants to be heard) and Strength
I was meditating on Strength, she stands in serenity with the lemniscate above her head,
"I thought about THE world and mine. Worlds within worlds, none quite the same."
seems to describe that very well. Triumph seems to come with love over hate, but who knows maybe it's with Trix That rabbit was certainly magical.
Interesting how the ones who know how to sell use Rabbits and reindeer, great spiritual totems.
Maybe you've stumbled onto the secret.
pulled the Queen of Pents twice in a row. Interesting. I think it has something to do with my questions about responsibility and the crowd.
Strength has come up three times and now I just keep it turned up in front of me. I have to get a hold of myself and I know it.
Hate is as useful as love. It depends on the situation and neither comes in a pure state. One leads to another and back out. It's clinging too long that causes problems, I think. It's not so much love and hate with me as together and apart. If my apart moments are really that way, I'll be happy. That's the secret I desire. Solitude is a mighty treasure of an experience.
I'm not in an animal loving mood at the moment, be they totems or not. I have an ugly mourning dove in the neighborhood that's driving me crazy. It makes a bark-like sound then three coos, always the same. All day. Very oppressive. The bark is monstrous. My only escape is down in the basement where the computer is. I'm stuck!!!!
I will say this though. The bird is an aggressive dominant entity reminding me of something about myself I feel uncomfortable with. I'm lazy and I know it. With the SN in Cancer coming, it's time to leave the house. Now I'm making a home in the world. First the park, then more. So I do believe the bird is one guidepost to my strength. Strength to leave the comforts of home. If I don't, it will be something worse than the bird next!
You crack me up. The symbol of peace sends you fleeing for your sanity to the basement.
God, who ever thought of the Dove as a symbol of peace never lived around them. I with ya on that one.
Your assessment of the love/hate seems right too. An experience I had last spring comes to mind. A young bobcat and I sat together relaxed in each other's company, she touched her nose against the palm of my hand - there was the glass barrier of the door between. What was missing was not hate nor love it was fear. Certainly not conscious on our parts, just a moment within a unique world within The World. Perhaps never to be repeated but the sublime possibilities of life with out fear will not be forgotten.
Strength has been coming up that often eh? And for me the Empress. Over and over. I guess the universe has plans for us.
This morning before dawn, my beloved and I were writing to each other about the full moon eclipse and other eclipses...the energy and how we perceive it through us.
He is tuned to the cycles of the moon and sea, knows the tides, feels them within him, even when he is inland. He fishes long lines during the neap tides, (when the "water is weak") between the full and new moons when the gravitation of the planet is weak and one can pull the long lines easily in the deep water.
We were contemplating the moon's relationship with the sun which is different than her relationship with earth. We wondered about how when the shadows pass across the face of the sun or moon in eclipses if they represent a neap tide a weakening of the light...a time to use the longlines to fish in the deep waters of the heart.
I can mark his comings and goings over an arc or nearly 40 years they coincide with eclipses and Venus retrogrades are hugely part of this too.
Just funny meanders.
Interesting take on the south node in cancer. Today, when talking to A i asked him not to think but just reply what would be a good thing for me to do now? (being broke and all) Without hesitation he said move. The purpose of the move there has been accomplished - move.
Wisdom
HA HA HA!!!!
Great point about the symbol of peace. You do amuse me. And I'm most pleased that you understand. I thought you'd get it.
I've been thinking a lot about love hate and your moment with the bobcat was good. I'm with you on the fear. Real freedom comes with the ability to let the negative emotions loose and let them go. Otherwise they stay repressed and cause more trouble. Letting others' judgement prevail is silly. Even destructive. We know our own limits.
Last night in the park I encountered that state of no fear. It was so deeply pleasurable. So relaxing.
Not only does the Uni have plans for us but I'm thinking it might be ready to clue us in. I like the Empress card. It fits you.
I don't really think love and hate are at odds. They exist separately with no need to obliterate one another.
Probably so on the tides and long lines.
The SN is going to be significant, especially with Pluto in Capricorn, and leaving home is the story in some way. For me I think it's literal with my Cancer 4th. A lot of knowledge about dependency is coming. And security. I'm beginning to get a sense of what's out there. Things I want. Home is good enough now. I can go and return. Like breathing.
We'll probably be more ready than ever to deal with the world considering Pluto. I think it's going to be different. You really can't beg, plead, and cajole like a child under these circumstances. The square to Aries is a focal point. A good one, in my opinion.
Sitting in the shadows quietly listening~~ the best part about this eclipse.
Privacy is a prerequisite to dignity...so I think soujourns are fantastic. But my Sag/Gem ASC/DEC missed you two, so thought I'd poke around. Ha ha hah
We found each other once, we can do it again, eh? Certain souls need only a sense of adventure, and the magic carpet presents itself.
Privacy is a prerequisite to dignity...
Great statement. How to maintain it in public is the challenge. This is interesting and I'll tell you more later.
Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Poke away. Things are percolating in this place in terms of my goals. I'm here for now. Time to relax. Cocktails in the park are now a formal part of my routine so all those around me will get the bennies. Kind of a Taurus thing, no? It's about time. And conversations on the patio are somewhat essential. It's come down to bare essentials in these waning Saturn-Virgo days.
Certain souls need only a sense of adventure, and the magic carpet presents itself.
It does, doesn't it?
Excellent writing on Raging U. I so appreciate your thoughts on entertainment.
Tim Hardin- he left us some wonderful work.
Folk tunes are part of the soul of this country. It would not surprise me it the ballad made it's comeback. Simple stage, solitary performer, so intimate. I have always assumed it was the fear factor that brought all the hoopla over the top eye boggling clap trap. Maybe we are ready again to listen, see?
Humble seems to be the name of the great teacher standing on the threshold for many of us now.
I am well enough to work again almost a full day yesterday, worn out completely at day's end. Work -when it is what we do can only be known as play or maybe living.
Will there be enough appreciation to carry on? It is a kind of synastry between the need of the artist and the audience. We've all drawn in, hopefully not too much. Art (of all kinds) has always been our rescuing horse.
I commented above. Let me know if you can't get it.
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