What a World
Happy Birthday Darlin'!
"However doubtful it may seem, I really do care about you, and hope that your day of birth is a beautiful one. May you have many healthy years ahead of you."As said to me.
posted by jm at 4:44 AM
Sunday, July 18, 2010
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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80 Comments:
All my good wishes, babe! :o) Glad our paths crossed and our respective journeys coincided as long as they have!
Me too.
We, the Libra endowed, are in good shape. I like Saturn like you do!
"All" should just about cover it.:o)
I wanted to leave a comment on your "Raging Universe" blog, but comments are off... just to let you know you're doing great work on that blog and that I added you to my blogroll of great astrology-related sites on my own blog, http://beyondthestarsastrology.wordpress.com/
which i hope you will come around and visit some time... ;-) Oh, and happy belated birthday... it would seem our birthdays are three days apart!
Jeeziss cripes, another Cancer. Shall I weep or giggle?
Your appearance on my blog, Collaborativewriter, is an unexpected pleasure.
First of all. Thank you for the acknowledgement of my work.
Second of all, your skin is gorgeous, unless of course the photo is brushed and touched by especially graceful artifacts. The photo emanates light (translucence?) Or could it be that famous Cancer thin skin? Sure is pretty.
It's odd. I'm feeling an elastic stretch away from Raging Universe to veer into new territory a kilometer or so from the disaster du jour, trekking back up to philosophical heights. And professional ones since Pluto wants payment. Then comes you. I am extremely fond of the Greek mythological-philosophical persuasion, as most know.
And I've decided to master the art of philosophical song. Simply.
The slow tempo of your writing feels like a love of the act. Slow is good.
I'm not in a hurry. I like to savor words. I enjoy them as much as the ideas they try to trap. Possibly more.
So that brings me to one of my many points and it's related to your piece on Plato.
Your website is wonderful. Unique, fun, beautifully designed with lots to do for those who love trips. And that Cancer thing that's decidedly human and endearing. That whining cooperation with life despite everything. The natural state of things.
Back to a point. I was attempting to sever my attachment to essay writing and move into music and poetry exclusively (I'm a musician and songwriter by trade), so I've been building my music blog. However, the elasticity I mentioned is springy. And until some severance pay is offered I might make a fuss!
The Platonian dilemma strikes a chord.
I'm delighted to meet you, collaborative writer, and I have several things I'd like to respond to on your fascinating blog. And I will.
"Plato both derides and extols writing," Derrida says in your article.
At first I had many comments on Raging Universe and they were of a surprisingly high caliber. Then I got trapped in all the verbiage and decided to get out and take a breath. Or two. That and more is why the Plato question intrigues me. And I do agree with Derrida on the illusory nature of meaning. I think that's obvious. We try too hard to convince others or don't know exactly where the point should land if it is indeed made.
"Writing is both poison and cure for Plato, who deplores the loss of true wisdom inherent in the act of inscribing ideas that are no longer one’s own, for ideas can become misunderstood and (mis)used when written down. The writer loses control of the text and cannot explain its meaning (as is possible in oratory), and so meaning is lost (which Derrida would claim is an illusory stance to begin with.)"
This interests me particularly as I weigh in on talk versus song and rhythm. They link and some speak more musically than others. I think that makes up for the impossibility of explanation. But the idea that oratory is superior to writing in terms of conveying meaning is very very interesting, if that's so.
"Control of the text." Really interesting in this text box age.
And Plato laments the loss of "true wisdom" in verbal translation of ideas but I think it would be lost anyway. Lost and found.
Well this has given me food for thought and I thank you, collaborativewriter.
How we're inspired by the gods these days
ooh I had a thought I simply must share! jm, remember your thoughts on the oil explosion, back in the May 18 entry?
The oil needed out. Who knows that it didn't draw the oil company down there to do the job?
Some scientists believe that the Gulf was created by an asteroid slamming into the Earth long ago, leaving that semi-circular shape we have always known.
What if the Earth is trying to expel that foreign body, the way the human body tries to expel invaders? A cosmic splinter. The oil spew, toxic and radioactive as it is, is like pus spurting from that ancient wound. Who knows? Maybe the wound can begin to heal. And wasn't Atlantis supposedly in that general region of the planet before it sank? Scorpio wants to know! :o)
A cosmic splinter
Couldn't have said it better. I love this line of thinking, joe, and frankly, I miss the original conversations we had here that focused so much on the metaphysical aspects. I've had to return. The lure of the crowd is but temporary. So far.
What if the Earth is trying to expel that foreign body, the way the human body tries to expel invaders?
I think this is behind most of what we erroneously judge as negative. I don't see things that way. I see it all as necessary. There are so many dimensions of experience that we can't keep track of and the whole organism works its way through. Things die when they're supposed to, things are born when they're needed. The system attracts and repels, sucks and rejects, absorbs and expels in a cosmic sequence and rhythm. In many dimensions. And it does quite well.
I treat my own maladies this way so I never feel victimized, although people do irritate me at times.:-)
I'm so glad you noticed my observation because I was timid about posting that sensing the reaction of the crowd. The ignoring of the possibility. I've withheld 99.5% of my perceptions, so as not to disturb, and it tends to get exhausting. I don't think like anyone I know.
So in that respect I feel that the climate adjustments, the disasters, the wars, and all of it are the adjustments of the entire system as it survives. Our own bodies teach us how full of trials and tribulations this process is. Every day. It's all part of the mapping.
The process of rejection is particularly fascinating. It has something to do with general over sucking which is now proving to be problematic for the species. Plus the the question of energy and where exactly the source of our existence lies. It's rather hard for the group to get it all together. I rely on my basic trust that things are right the way they are. Improvements come and go. Progress is impossible to define. Things change all the time. We're just not satisfied. Desire is tricky. Dissatisfaction makes us wiggle perpetually in that ongoing discomfort called feeling.
I think it's all about shifting pressures and the oil was a massive release that needed to be. It could be connected to plate shifts and other catastrophes that are always creating new places for release. The point is, it's far far beyond human causation and control. One day we might learn this truth and learn to breathe in and out with the unfolding of natural life. The finger of blame is getting limp and sore. Uranus back in Pisces is bringing home this knowledge again.
The scientists are on to a lot of it now. They seem to be making big strides lately. As far as Atlantis goes, I know not.
I completely agree about toxins from ancient wounds. The one thing that's so hard for the group to grasp is that there probably is no "grand healing". Healing is a process that goes on all the time. It always has and always will. It has to. So when people presume that some planet or event is finally bringing a real healing, they are mistaken. Healing is a neverending continuum.
I saw it in death. We heal until the last moments. We probably have little control over it. One wound closes, another opens and demands attention.
Life hurts. No way around it. Except to relish the pleasures that come in all fairness.
And all this silliness about darkness. It's shadow and light like it's always been. The main problem is lack of objectivity. That's where altered dimensional experiences come in. A good reminder. Life is an infinite pool of experience, not altogether linear, and the physicists are now saying that perception modifies reality in every individual to a larger degree than they ever thought possible. Ensemble thinking takes a lot of rehearsal and probably makes the average head hurt. We're kind of alone in our own madnesses.
The healing started I don't know when. Some kind of missed it but they'll catch on.
I miss them too, but I do think the quality of your essays has improved even more without the added distraction of the flood of comments.
Things die when they're supposed to, things are born when they're needed.
This resonates for me now in particular because many things are changing for me (one of which you know of already) and I am highly anxious about my future, both immediate and long-term, but trying to be confident that things will work out as they should. Trusting the process, as they say. I remember you saying we are always being guided or protected or something similar, I forget what it was now... related to Saturn and Jupiter forming the boundary of our solar system and protecting Earth, etc.
the physicists are now saying that perception modifies reality in every individual to a larger degree than they ever thought possible.
Isn't this amazing stuff? I have been following this and to think we're only scratching the surface of it all in our vast ignorance.
Good night! :)
Good golly.
brilliant...simply brilliant
Like thecollaborativewriter I am posting a Raging Universe related comment here, however inappropriate that may be, and my motives are far less noble.
I have come with a selfish request. That you repost (or write) your missing essays on the South Node in Aquarius and Pisces.
Your South-Node essays were a balm, deliciously dark and candid, cutting through the euphemistic b^ll%$t that so permeates modern astrology.
I often hunker back to the doomsaying traditionalists, to balance the perpetual self-help feel-good spirit de jour. We are currently being helped to our collective karmic zenith via a growing collective of denialists...work that Mars conjunct Pluto in the 8th house square the Sun/Moon conjunction in the 12th girl!
You departure is a loss, but if your writing is anything to go by your music should have substance and we most certainly need that too.
Cancer/Leo Sun; Scorpio/Libra moon; Aries/Taurus rising; South Node (Stationary) in Cancer conjunct Sun. Sun house eclipsed. Heeeha!
PSW, you too, on the brilliant. Especially since you've moved away from the hate of personality toward discussion of the systemic failure of our government. I wish so much the crowd could embrace that endeavor but, of course, the manipulation is designed to encourage the continuation of tribal separation, weakening as it is now.
I think we might get to a less naive view of political machinations as a whole, so it's probably wise for people like us to continue the crusade. Moreso now that the strangulation of the left (non-party) is underway. It's painful to see those who support justice and such things being brutalized mercilessly by both party leaders while the country is in deepening regression. Hopefully, the primitive war between the factions will abate at some point and then we'll have to be ready. The abuse is probably part of basic training.
Keep it up. Your soul comes through. People are coming around gradually.
We are currently being helped to our collective karmic zenith via a growing collective of denialists.
You got that one right, baby! Although I'm not sure about the growth part. They've always been active. I've been reading and meditating on this subject, Yuna Monos, and I think it's important. I like your idea about the help of the delusionists. You've given me some fuel.
Commenting here is naturally not inappropriate, and even though you might think your motives less than noble, you're comment is telepathic and most revealing. Very very very interesting and timely. Riveting to read.
What's so amazing is the twinge of guilt I've been feeling over doing what I invariably do... leaving things unfinished. I was trying to complete the nodes before moving on but as usual I said "To hell with it," and packed my bags. But still, something nags. Something wants to come full circle.:-)
So it is with great pleasure and surprise that I read your comment and have decided to finish something!!
The nodes are forthcoming. I'm an incurable slow poke, though, so remember to relax.
Mars conjunct Pluto in the 8th house square the Sun/Moon conjunction in the 12th
Heavens.
Mars conjunct Pluto in the 8th house square the Sun/Moon conjunction in the 12th .....not me......an exaggerated example of how catacylsmic configurations are talked up and smoothed over. :-)
Fantastic to hear that you will take up the pen again!
Aaahh to relax into your words again.
Every treasure you take from that copper-lined box and place before us makes me gasp with pleasure.
It's nice to meet the new visitors to the cafe too.
*--* Brilliant, so beautiful.
What delicious comments. Better than the cupcakes I ate last night and that's saying a lot. Jhenifer, you are gorgeous.
Tseka, your grace and stickiness. I didn't realize that the precious copper-lined box was bottomless.
Pleasure is the word.
Words. So many to choose from. Multiplied by all our languages.
Yay! :o) Something to look forward to!
Joe. :ooo)
O Uranus, O Jupiter!
I miss the energy of Aries already...
You and me both PSW.
I generally don't follow transits closely since I value my freedom and choose not to place that kind of restriction on myself mentally, although I follow the guidelines loosely. I often can't even tell you where the moon is on any given day since the planets do what they do and I do what I do in a natural harmony that works with or without intervention. It doesn't matter how much attention I pay to the details. I use the transits for the psychological things I like to work on. So the Aries transits affect my drive, strength, mental focus, and energy which I can build upon. Most of the action in the public arena isn't all that interesting to me so I don't pinpoint astrological factors in relation to the daily chaos. Bigger movements interest me more.
When the first Aries hits came I perked up and shot out of the gate but as soon as they retrograded, I fizzled. I knew I would and should, and I do pay attention to retrogrades. They are an opportunity to mobilize and plan strategy. I'm doing that now.
And politically, we're going nowhere which is just as well for the moment. The direct motions will appear to bring action and forward movement but the country as a whole is in an extended period of regression and I think it will be quite awhile before real progress is noticed. In the meantime, relaxation is essential. There's little to get excited about, it only ends up being overworked and terrible for the health of one's body.
You are right to study the facts as you are doing while developing your natural hip awareness along with your writing skills. The alternatives need attention and I think the best we can do as resistors is refrain from being dragged into and down with the group anxiety and naivete. People do much of that only because they are terrified of being independent and lonely. That's what the upcoming transits are supposed to help them with. Aries teaches that aloneness isn't necessarily loneliness. It's very invigorating and reliable actually. Group energy flops when the group is gone.
I like the Taoist approach of being involved but somehow disengaged being equally comfortable with success and failure. We should keep our ideals floating and maybe these times while we're rejected, even hated, will give us the chance to get in tip top shape. Aries, when it returns, will provide some answers and less reason to give up. And I expect the benefits will be enjoyed primarily on a personal level at first.
Our personal successes can affect the group positively while political failures rule the day. Those failures will turn in due time out of necessity. It's a delicate balance between the world's sorrow and individual joy.
I generally don't follow transits closely since I value my freedom and choose not to place that kind of restriction on myself mentally, although I follow the guidelines loosely.
I did not either until the past few years. Something happened, a trigger or a maniacal order to both the destructive undercurrents and the intense collaborative order with which life was disrupted and then re-organized, as if by magic, left me grasping for what was transpiring.
Then when the Aries transits kicked in it felt like all the chaos could be re-organized, the flood waters could be transformed, I could speak again and it felt like law...
Now we wait and swim the late currents of Pisces dreaming of the coming gush of wind and fire.
Now we wait and swim the late currents of Pisces dreaming of the coming gush of wind and fire.
Indeed. The "late currents."
One big problem is the belief in the future as redemption which is a major lesson of this time. The last election was based on this fantasy and as you see, it was purchased with desperate abandonment of reason. The disappointment is too hard to bear at the moment but by the end it should be easier for the crowd. The dream surrounding this administration will have to be left behind. I think it's happening now in earnest. There is nothing hopeful about this election. I'm relieved to sense some truth appearing. Voting has become punishment whether you do it or not. Pluto in Cap is just getting started.
The future is just a continuation with improvements in some areas, more of the same in others, and deterioration in still others. We're left with the present which is enough. If we can't embrace the value in that then we're headed for more despair. That's why transits only speak about ongoing change not necessarily better times. The goodness of life is ever present and it's a question of perception. I haven't noticed any regime in my lifetime that's made a difference in my own life. But I basically tune them out. They are not my masters.
It can get extreme and dangerous at times but that's temporary and cannot be prevented in the grand scheme of things. Human power is over estimated.
The big "WE" is an infinitesimal part of reality and many cling to that belonging as an escape from their unpleasant personal realities. If we're honest with ourselves we can see the plusses and minuses and the outer events weave in and out of our own. We take it all. We have to.
In a sense, we inhabit a dream of our own fabrication and if we're hungry for change we can grasp a beautiful thread right now. Politics will probably continue to be uncomfortable for some time to come, Aries notwithstanding.
There are reasons for the desperation the group is sharing now but they have little to do with political parties. That's just the hook. If the conversation ever got around to the source of our collective aches and pains I would rejoice. And if the creatures did some genuine soothing of the inevitable wounds instead of picking at them, my heart would soar. Some are doing that already. They do it naturally.
Anyhoo, this shipwreck is due to come ashore soon and we'll see what discoveries await the weary fools. Like squiggling schools of fish they travel. There's order somewhere in the confusion. The screens will dictate. Leadership is absent which is the best part of all. We'll get beamed in eventually. Just keep clicking.:o)
Don't you think it's wonderful that no one knows anything? Plenty of room for creation.
Your mention, PSW, of the recent tune in to astro configurations brings to mind my political engagement.
I consider myself as close to an anarchist as possible although my history in the Democratic Party remains as an attachment in my psyche. I was not actively involved until a few years ago but now I find myself wandering away seeking brand new fields.
The people around these parts are lagging behind in the "shift" that's occurring. People on the streets seems to be getting it a little bit more. There's a lot of talk. More than I can remember for a long time.
The change is a movement away from strict party divisions and a growing dislike for the decayed governing body as it stands now. Or should I say falls. There's a growing desire to come together probably for survival reasons. At least I'm discovering that with the people I meet every day. A desire to transcend differences that we're following like robots, not even thinking, questioning, or truly communicating.
I don't recognize politicians. They're not my people. I find them dimwitted, vulgar, unimaginative, and largely cruel. They reflect society and watching television verifies the standard, but there are brilliant and fascinating specimens among us. They need a voice.
Right now people are terrified as their institutions disintegrate and the voice of dissent is strangled. It won't be for too long. It will be needed as people gradually turn their attention from these players who are moving into another dimension. That of extinction if all goes well. They'll need to take their hairdressers though.
The political situation is different today. There's no big issue such as racial segregation and people don't know who or what to rally behind. This could be the value of the Aries years when people will start to think independently and struggle for freedom and justice just because. People invariably become too dependent on their governments and the time eventually comes to break free.
It's not that the parties will be obsolete. I think they'll alter automatically to allow for the diversity of human society. The strict party lines are truly ridiculous at this point which this election is revealing quite starkly. They stand for nothing, just hatred of the other. No one believes in them. People are voting without heart and conviction, if they're voting at all. The ruling body is failing us, a reality too obvious to be successfully denied. Both Democrats and Republicans are in the same boat.
The authoritarian force behind the voting scare is indicative of what's wrong. If a free democratic society is to prevail then single choice will trump group behavior. It's essential that the dissidents remain true to themselves now and not be intimidated. But they will remain true. It's in their nature.
Obedience through intimidation is anathema to great living.
"When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion." -- C. P. Snow
Never heard of the source of this quote but it seemed apropos.
Joe, this quote is so good I'm tingling. Apropos is the word. Scorpio can hit the spot, no doubt at all.
And it's so profoundly good to hear from you.
"the grandest theft in their lifetimes"
and so blatant...
It will be interesting if we ever get into dealing with blame and accountability for at least some of the crimes. It is unmistakable how out of touch we are with the truth and how afraid we are of going there.
For me, PSW, this unmistakable lack of contact with the truth has been the main sorrow of my life. Even as a child I was confused by the coverup. My family didn't praise me, but they did agree on one thing -- I was honest. I suppose they approved. I felt honored.
Then later a wise women told me I wasn't honest with myself and that threw a permanent curve into my life. I realized how hard it is to achieve. We seem to be wired for the opposite.
At this point I know not. The lack of truth on the blogs is astounding and as always, I wonder why no one speaks up. No one tries to stop it. The president lies every time he opens his mouth, but oddly enough, one person did speak up once. Someone else yelled, "You lie," last week during one of his raw-throated hysterical pep rallies. A teeny voice inside me whispers that they do know somewhere deep in the collective consciousness. The truth doesn't like too much exposure I don't think. It needs to be discovered.
Most everyone lies or runs from the truth and I don't think there's anything we can do but try to be honest with ourselves as that wise women suggested.
As far as the theft goes ... let them have it. They need it more than I do. I'll be fine just the way I am. And so will you and the others. We'll have to learn to really appreciate what we have.
My Saturn in Sagittarius intimate said today how good she felt that she was healthy. That in turn made me feel good. We would do well not to obsess too much about what others say and do. The Sagittarius days are coming and people's spirits will rise a bit.
The interesting thing is this. I'm losing some desire to speak about the world around me, but this morning I awoke with an essay on my mind. It was entitled, "The Truth."
Who knows? Certainly not me, as I previously mentioned.
This is such a great subject. I recall how encounters with the truth in altered dimensions have made me weep with that certain sensation unique to the recognition. The incredibly delicious tears. I always long for it.
Mars leaving 29 Scorpio entering Sagittarius has brought it home. With Pluto in Cap I think we're sensing the truth of our collective frustration and unhappiness. This election season has been uncommonly hideous and maybe the revelation will bring some good results. But isn't it amazing that there's been absolutely no discussion of the multiple wars we're in, speaking of evading truth? There's been no discussion of any solutions at all, just a continuation of the trip down the personal sewer we've gotten stuck in. The truth of good and evil is one of the big ones that plays with our heads.
It was very very strange. In the midst of the collective torment I noticed that my local paper had almost all good news in it today. It's usually beautifully balanced between positive and negative so it was a nice surprise. I think the balance is really closer to the truth. I'm thankful for my local rag and the citizens of my town. Venus at 29 Sag helps.
Hey dear friend, remember when you said this? People are talking all this nonsense about change and you mean business.
I wanted you to know that the outcome of my transformation exceeded all expectations, both mine and others'. I can already feel the renewal subtly cracking the Saturnian wall the way sprouts can crack concrete. It's a noisy world out there. :o)
Oh my god in heaven.
Joe.
My joy runs wild and deep.
What a great great analogy -- the sprouts cracking concrete. Saturn gives when it's ready. The reason for the wall is protection until that time. It shields the construction area.
I felt confident that this would work and even dared hope for the best even in this fake hope dimension the collective is stuck in. I get weary of phony. I knew you were the real thing right from the start and you are a perfect example of the genuine nature of Scorpio at its best. The pain and longing are worth it sometimes. I'm honored to be included and this is excellent timing since transformational developments are coming my way. This verifies something and I can build on my confidence. Exceeding expectations is not surprising. I knew you were ready. Saturn rules timing and, boy, do I trust this entity. Saturn also is associated with hearing.
Welcome to the noise my friend! Now you're in for it. But like my mother said when I complained ...."Noise is life."
You know Joe. The screaming top 40 is back up to hysterical levels and as I've been battling the pain lately I keep thinking of you and how precious hearing is. I should know being a musician, but I'm a put-upon Cancer who takes the world's noise personally. You'll see. Oh no! Wait! You already can see.
I am so happy. You are a new man.
It sure feels like it! I worked hard to get the astrology of it right as possible, and even though surgery was moved to the Aries Full Moon 9/23, it felt OK. Then Venus has been rx in Scorpio for awhile and it seemed like regeneration and healing going on under the surface. I don't know if you use the Sabian Symbols but the synchronicities are astonishing (Venus at Scorpio 14 for example: Telephone linemen establishing new connections). It just confirms that the time was right. Which is not to say I had NO misgivings... plenty of those, but it worked out in the end, yet it's only just beginning. hehe
I wish you equal success in your revolutionary transformations coming your way! :)
"demolition"
no other word to describe that election and i just sat back and watched...i think it was needed to realize what 'the people' are up against. they have a little more time to drown
Impossibly you grow wiser and write even more beautifully.
I'm off to catch up with your recent posts, ponder and hope for a moment to return.
You're right PSW. Definitely a needed eye opener. And the last of the drowning can now be enjoyed since Jupiter turns direct in Pisces in a couple of weeks, then Uranus a couple weeks after. Perfect timing. Perfect lesson in the round and round. The cosmic spin that might not go anywhere. It's impossible to tell so far through this porthole.
I feel like a barrier was demolished and a certain sense of liberation is in the air. One party rule is very very bad for a so called democracy. This worked out exactly right. They can share the disaster. In the meantime the voters came at them with high powered war machinery. What a little vote can do. Actually put millionaires out of work in one night? How's that for power?
The people came through like gangbusters and we won't be the same after this. I have faith that some revolutionary something or other is ahead with the growing repression, oppression, digression, and regression. We just got our sea legs and now it's time to come ashore. Out of the vortex into the hot fires of political friction with so much AC-DC in DC.
The beautiful thing is that it doesn't matter. It does exactly what it does. No argument from me. People try terrifically hard, though, I've got to hand it to them. Whatever it is they want. I'll be glad to give it over.
Remember the Democratic Congress? Poof! Magicians everywhere.
Tseka your words are so pleasurable, calming and stimulating at the same time. There's a lot to pay attention to. No wonder I've shared so many with you.
You said something when we were talking a couple of years ago that caught my virtual ear and stayed with me....
It's all over but the screaming.
Well the screaming has arrived. And the wise ones silently slip in and out leaving tiny hints.
I think wisdom could be the jewel in the copper lined box, beyond Pandora's mere jug of hope into greater dimensions.
I'm back with beauty. My lover. We're moving my puzzle pieces together.
I am sure that wisdom is what lies in the copper lined boxes...
..a certain kind of consciousness that the waves carried to shore, that the birds formed into tones, all wrapped into small bundles, waiting for the ones who can "hear" to find them again, unwrap them for the world.
kisses dearheart
Kisses returned, Wise 1, with one of my classic hugs, even though you are a tad too tall for the full effect.
Yes. Those who hear. A world in want. Small bundles.
The sweet breath of beautiful words. The intake and output of relief. We are well.
Ah, my Queen of Hugs, the "classic" was received and it curled around in the most magic of ways, like being wrapped in butterfly wings, it was the most delicious and exquisite hug..
many thanks
Long hard days have met me on the path, I'll be back when I get the first chance.
Hey dear friend: guess what I just noticed? A full Saturn return took place between the time I began to lose my hearing and the time I regained it, just about 30 years. How's that for spooky? Guess that bucket-handle Saturn was even more important in my chart than we realized!
Nothing like perfect timing.
This is good news considering all the Saturn transits to my cardinal planets and Pluto in Capricorn approaching my midheaven. I hope I get results like you did. Even a fraction!
This is what you can do with the information. Take what you learned all those years about communication and apply it to your new dimension. The impediment opened up a more in depth route to expert communication, as Saturn intends to do, so the combination of knowledge with freshly opened ears should work beautifully. With Saturn crossing your Libra stellium, now is the perfect time to practice these skills.
It feels like a hard earned reward. The "benevolence" of this scary malefic cannot be underestimated when we do the right things.
When Uranus cracks into Aries I hope the facade begins to shatter into a thousand shards of glass. The jack booted thugs seem to be constricting the essence of life from the marrow. Pluto grinding bones into powder...
Hej Darlin'
Just dropping by to offer a toast, a hope, that in 2011 we'll become alive with inspiration, refine our creativity, find patience for stupidity, some fire for our passions...other things as well...but you get my drift.
You are a treasure, I wish you the best possible.
And tho my hugs don't measure up to yours, here's my very best (((()))
Bottoms up!
The very best is good enough.
Multiple choice-
a.worst
b.very very bad
c.bad
d.moderately bad
e.ok
f.moderately good
g.good
h.very good
i.uncommonly good
j.best
k.extraordinary
l.very best
m.out of this world
And believe it or not ... if 2011 is equal to 2010 I will be satisfied if not occasionally happy. I'm easy and getting easier.
And your hugs do measure up. As can be seen, I melted in your embrace. Completely disappeared into colorless gas or spirit!
It takes one to know one. Treasure, that is.
Aha. Well, *that* didn't work. A watched world *does* boil over, despite its minders' best efforts.
And, aye, "what a world."
Just wanted to pass along a note that the boundaries between the seen and unseen worlds is still thinned.
And so, obvious by now, hidden things still surfacing, and barriers and frozen postures handed down through generations dissipating. Interesting how that works. (But no worldwide zombie takeover yet, sorry.)
Things are well with me, and here's wishing you all well, too. I feel personally encouraged by the time, the zeitgeist which all may recognize by its manifestations. No predictive tools required, though some may find them helpful. ;-)
Just wanted to pass along a note that the boundaries between the seen and unseen worlds are still thinned.
Note received. Excellent news. I find my attention drawn to the unseen dimensions lately so it's good to know I can return easily if called. And it's really good to know I'm not stuck. As I peer out in passing, I'm not seeing much, so that could explain it. It's kind of out there doing it's ballroom number and eating a heart shaped cupcake.
It's all a blend. The dissipating elements are probably moving along in order to reassemble later on. Always barriers to contemplate and occasionally pass through. The hidden things often return to their quiet dark retreats having discovered that they prefer that domain. They stay if given a proper welcome and a comfortable place to settle.
I've been studying computer animation and I'm in a slight trance.
Yes. I'm sure there are those among us who find those dail-up futuristic predictive tools helpful. I'm glad.:o) I suppose it's good to know where you're going. I used to plot those things myself when I thought in terms of destination. But then I stopped traveling. As my voice teacher said, "I don't motor." She sang oratorio instead.
Zeitgeist? I don't recognize much of anything, including my face these days. It's doing a Dorian Gray on me. And my discolored front tooth is sticking out like a sore thumb even though all the others are now discolored. It looks like an old piano. I should play them. Or do an animated feature. Teeth do well in the medium.
At least my thumb isn't sore. And I get this curious feeling that nothing much is happening. The black holes are still singing the same tune I'd wager.
I think I've become an anti-dramatist. I might reconsider if a real stage comes along with proper lighting and intriguing dialogue, sometimes beautiful. Enthusiasm is reserved for very special occasions while I keep my pressure low. The hidden delights will have to suffice whatever zeits are out there flying about.
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"The hidden things often return to their quiet dark retreats having discovered that they prefer that domain. They stay if given a proper welcome and a comfortable place to settle."
They are indeed being welcomed more, although I'm not sure they will settle exactly. It's about renewed circulation of breath and blood. They will go where they will.
"I've been studying computer animation and I'm in a slight trance. ...And my discolored front tooth is sticking out like a sore thumb even though all the others are now discolored. It looks like an old piano. I should play them. Or do an animated feature. Teeth do well in the medium."
That's a fun animation: teeth being played like a piano. Perhaps animation has a lot to offer you and vice versa.
"The hidden delights will have to suffice whatever zeits are out there flying about."
Your hidden delights are your emergent "zeits", entering awareness, when you find them. The geist comes from you, of course. :-) Enjoy!
Well, my dear friend, here we are again at 29 degrees Pisces and we're looking at the launching of *another* bloody damned war, this time in Libya.
It's said that in politics, there are no coincidences but this is ridiculous.
I hope you are well.
I am well enough.
Consider your hopes fulfilled.:o)
Heheh, checking out at Trader Joe's today the music was slightly scratchy in the distance catching at my ears, then "shimmy, shimmy kokobop" broke through. I started to giggle. Of course it was a sign that it was time to come by and leave a big hug and kiss for you.
I still miss our conversations on the patio. Life here is mostly a blur, it takes doing everything to keep it all going. As you often say, "Onward!"
BIG HUGS & KISSES
Shimmy Shimmy Kokobop! That came out when life made sense. Very giggle inspiring. Making love in the native huts, not war.
I've noticed more Motown and Oldies in the stores lately. I find myself drifting backward and singing along. Others are singing too. Catchy tunes and all. Dancing through the blueberries, a very popular item these days due to major press coverage. The anti-oxidizing shuffle.
I'm familiar with that blur. I let it go on automatic pilot being as lazy as I am. Clarity is overrated unless cataracts are involved.
The patio is ancient and lies still holding our secrets. Unchanging within the torrential verbiage. The stones stay warm. The boxes remain. We still need cushions for the chairs, though. Maybe something in a plum shade.
EQUALLY LARGE HUGS & KISSES TO YOU, Productive 1.
Plum would be good, or violet, anything in the purples has my vote.
Warm stones sound inviting, the vision you create is quite enchanting. There are several quarts of blueberries in my freezer. We could sit on our new poufs and eat blueberries, anti-oxidating under the stars, until our teeth turn purple.
How is Zelda these days? North Node passing through the GC had me wondering about the plucky-one.
Hope you get some satisfying relaxing done.
St. B
Violet is the one. And it's unanimous.
Ha ha ha! I was going to mention the purple teeth, but since yours will be the same, I won't worry about it. Actually the shade is a sort of scary gray. But never mind. My hair is still in the raven part of the spectrum. Can't win 'em all.
Zelda is her usual self but she recently had a birthday and you know how she feels about those. I'm avoiding her at the moment. There are so many Uranian Aries in the household that the recent transits have gone largely unnoticed. Life as usual. Hyperexcitement is fantastically overrated. Zelda's getting there. She's a tough nut.
The NN has been illuminating my whole chart and I've taken to swimming at midnite. I'm using the Aries transits to build muscle strength and the grand experiment is to see if that affects the relaxation. Weight training and a midnite swim are delicious.
So yes. Relaxation. The goal of my life. I'm inching to the next plateau and the coming Jupiter in Taurus transit should do the trick. Relaxing, oxidating, swimming, and studying the stars. Or just absorbing them. And running, of course. You know. The ultimate in relaxation!
Oxidating. Heh heh.
So how's your node? And Joop in Aries? And Saturn in Libra. Lots of returns.
I think we're sort of responding in synch currently. The long station coming up at 23 is exactly in between my Sag Moon and Gemini Venus. I guess it's time to socialize. Just as Jupiter slips smoothly into Taurus. Nice.
Such as it is, this life. Sticky friends are good.
So who are you oxidating now??
Ha ha ha! Our new poufs! Soft and springy. My ass has memory foam, you know.
Just wanted to share a moment with you as we celebrate Independence day, wave a sparkler around like a magic wand and smile like a silly child - it's good once in a while for us serious types.
Extra big squeezes from your sticky friend.
And an extra big sparkling magic wand!
I still want to know if anyone remembers those smoking curling charcoal snakes.
Another independent day down. I'm actually getting more independent with each one so I have good reason to celebrate, with sticky ones included.
OMG, your memory! I had totally forgotten about those charcoal snakes!
Yep, family mantra: Sovereign Self, Sacred Land. We have always felt a huge love for the US all the way to our indigenous toes.
PS We need a new photo, maybe a one-year old blowing out some candles. We have another celebration just around the corner. A perfect time to toast personal growth and independence!
With much love....
I loved those snakes! They were quiet!! And smelled good.
People look at me in utter bewilderment when I ask if they remember. I can always count on you.
You're so sweet. Candles. More social what-not. I'm always tempted to post images, so maybe I will give in to desire. I'm having my perfectionist headaches trying to elevate myself above the ordinary, but I needn't try, I don't think. Ordinary is not exactly one of my defining characteristics.
All love returned. Love can't stand still, can it? Always seeking a receptor, up the spinal cord and exploding into the brain.
Last night I was asked to dive to the bottom of the pool to retrieve a mechanical part for maintenance and I discovered that I might have just enough breath to blow those candles out.
I pretended I was a deep sea diver grasping an ancient relic. I came to the surface joyously and proudly waving my discovery! They weren't terrifically impressed, though. It wasn't that deep. They appreciated my enthusiam, however, and were pleased to get their part back.
Yes! A blowout!
Ha! maybe there will be a special place in history for us; two women who have a wicked memory for charcoal snakes, among other weird things.
Probably there is a reason most people dump this kind of stuff. We must have exceptional holding capacity. I don't feel at all cluttered, do you?
Good plan, new photo, can't wait to see the choice.
Diving to the bottoms of the pool for a mechanical piece sounds awesome to me. Floating comes effortlessly, bird bones I guess, but getting to the bottom of the pool, that takes a lot of doing. Good practice for the birthday cake:)
I'm spending my days sewing. If you're around one night, we can pour some elderberry saft with ice and talk about one of your passions that is biting me anew. Sewing.
SEWING!!
Sewing is so good. No one gets hurt even though powerful piercing and ripping are occurring. I miss my room in the trees but I'm inching back. I want the therapy of steaming and stitching. What are you working on?
As a matter of fact, I'm going in tonight. I can't wait another minute. Spirits await.
That special place in history also awaits. Ha ha! "A wicked memory for charcoal snakes."
Excellent point about holding capacity. Oddly, today I had a revelation about that. The fullness of the moment requires an influx of memory, I believe. I understand what you've always talked about. It came to me today when I took in the moist air during a sprinkle with the trees breathing heavily and the birds squawking. A flood of memory came and it didn't matter whether or not I identified them. It was pure sensation. A completion. I think water in the air is a trigger. The nose, sinus cavities, eyes, all involved. And ears, of course.
Cluttered? Not by memories, although I have been running through my embarrassing moments a lot lately, and there are plenty of them.
I'm beginning to get what you describe about ancient memories laced in with such subtlety. Maybe the memories neutralize the current fears, all natural and inevitable. Fear of the future diminishes.
The house is topsy turvy though and some bothersome clutter is implicated. Clutter frees my mind, really, contrary to what the experts say. I'm free to abandon any notions of order around me. My mind takes off.
The act of organizing is far superior to the state of organization for me. I've mastered the art of forging paths through the chaos in my homes. I wonder if that includes my internal world.
Anyway, it's easy to wax philosophical with the North Node positioned where it is currently.
A pour of elderberry sounds extremely inviting, especially since ice is included. I so love a frozen sweet throat. Sewing is something that still delights me as much as ever in these days when some of my enthusiasms are waning. I have a great machine. An an old iron that I love. You might know how attached we can get to those. They don't make my model anymore. That happens frequently even in a moderately long life. Back to memory. There's something precious about still using an object never to be made again.
I'm glad my passions are biting you. I hope they bite me. We must discuss antidotes and soothing balms if it gets too stimulating. I'm still around, believe it or not.
Saft?
Cute word. Germanic even. I like it.
Saft, yes, the original soft drink. concentrated fruit juice bottled then add water. On in this case an elixir made from Elderberry blossoms. Delicious. And it is one of the most excellent remedies for a cold or hayfever.
My grans both made saft by boiling down fruit with sugar then canning it. Then all year you pour a dollop of syrup, add water and it's a refreshing fruit juice. Grape, blackberry.
What I'm sewing- Northwind Bracelet
One year ago, I went back to the rez and an amazing set of experiences unfolded. One was being invited to sit with a circle of elders, all men except me. The story is quite magical, at the end the head of the group said to me, "You should come back home" "yaho," we agree was echoed by the others.
For the last year I've been thinking about what it means to go back home. I cannot return to the tribe of my youth, no quantum blood. Everything changes, new rules exclude, even if the elders remember me as a granddaughter.
Going home has turned into walk toward what some call "inside the way" This is honoring my father's side which is part Swedish Sami.
Among the old treasures that I saw as a small child one in particular surfaced: a bag made of reindeer skin with silver embroidery. My father has more clear recollections, though neither of us have seen the bag for over 50 years.
One thing leads to the next and what I am making are Tenn & ren skinn bracelets. Tenn is Swedish pewter. Originally it was made by hand pulled through holes in reindeer antler of ever decreasing size. Then the thin tread is spun around sinew into a coil.
I sew in the old way using traditional materials, sinew, ren skinn, antler for buttons. The feel of the skin is like velvet and it is so fine you can actually sew with a small embroidery needle though I prefer a glovers needle to carry sinew.
At first this fidgety daughter of the north could not sit still. I kept looking for a way to sew the way I paint, mostly outside time.
Then listening to a joik it came to me. Sewing should be done to music. i moved outside and now stitch the songs of birds, the wind in the leaves around the tenn and into the skin. Time loses meaning. I am lost in river music, earth pulses. Spirit bracelets.
Designs come with enthusiasm, it's a completely new rhythm for me.
The materials come from a craft circle I now belong to in Lapland.
Out of not much things of great beauty come, they carry energy but really they are just meant to be worn as adornment. Out of a life of harshness - beauty just for it's own sake!
Te bracelet is beautiful.
And so is the story. What an undertaking. I can imagine that working with those materials would fill you up consistently. The reverence of it all.
Craft circle in Lapland? Incredible. I have a thing about Lapland. I don't know what it is. But you know how much I love the North.
You sound suspiciously like an artist. Every one I've had the pleasure of knowing expands into new media, always eager to develop talent along different lines. Talent impossible to contain for long.
Out of not much things of great beauty come, they carry energy but really they are just meant to be worn as adornment. Out of a life of harshness - beauty just for it's own sake!
How eloquent. I will think about this statement. I long to be fulfilled by the simple adornment without the lust for energy that seems to elude me and drive so many to miss the beauty for its own sake. A perfect goal.
Sewing and crafting like this are meditative. I think much of the beauty comes from the rhythm you describe and the humbleness. A moment of solitude when sharing is not even considered. Serenity seems approachable. The product is shared after the private moments.
The jagged crashings that shatter serenity are unavoidable but I think there can be an underlying mechanism that maintains it, or at least simulates that state of grace.
Time loses meaning.
I didn't know it had any.
"I long to be fulfilled by the simple adornment without the lust for energy that seems to elude me and drive so many to miss the beauty for its own sake. A perfect goal."
This does seem to be part of the answer of what going home means. Fulfilled by simple - without the lust for energy - and perfectly stated that drive for energy drives so many to miss the beauty for it's own sake.
Too much, or as your papa used to say, enough is too much...
Too much embellishment to the voice, where a simple beautiful sound gets covered by noise not music. Formulas that people have been trained to respond to.
"Inside the Way" takes it back to the simple, even when it is complex the paths are easily seen.
I think this is impeccable integrity lived. All art; music, visual, have been degraded by too much. Some of this is a cover for emptiness, lack of training. Desires that are granted without effort.
The lives of my immediate ancestors, my parents, suffered hardships, real lack that fostered respect for hard work, discipline. Paradoxical eh? Out of lack something came, out of too much something was lost. It's a lesson we are in the process of repeating is my guess.
Are you still taking your songs and guitar to the park?
I haven't been singing in the park this season, but now that you mention it ... maybe I will. I've been watching my patio flowers grow in the sunsets, so it's hard to get there before dark.
I ran into a fabulous bargain. A $99 outdoor carpet which I picked up for $16. It's turned my patio into another room. It took almost a decade to get it inviting, but it finally made it. You know how we love and require patios.
You bring up a couple of important points. The "formulas that people have been trained to respond to" is a gigantic one. They are eager to do this, to join the group no matter what the sacrifice. They are so habituated to those hooks that keeping their attention demands the miraculous. A free mind is a rare gem.
It's astonishing to see the group consciousness cling to the formulas as evidenced by the repeated news stories following the same predictable emotional paths. They never think to abstain.
Yes. Absolutely...
All art; music, visual, have been degraded by too much. Some of this is a cover for emptiness.
The cover for emptiness is what I notice the most. Layer upon layer and the noise gets more and more frantic. The screaming upbeat insanity while we must prove ourselves not depressed. Voices verge on the hysterical all the time. The void is truly terrifying. Unless you've experienced it and come out. Life is changed should that occur.
I'm such a crusader for that Inside the Way simplicity and it's a lifetime challenge influencing the world around me with its subtle pleasure. They yearn for it but they have to keep up, so in comes the excess. Some notice though.
Out of lack something came, out of too much something was lost.
Perfect. That explains motion. Gain and loss. Could be a time for balancing the too much. In that case, loss is a relief. It creates space. And happily for the hungry creature, more gain.
Yes, the respect for hard work and discipline is a quaint concept in this day of everything being a cell phone call away. Self reliance is poised to make a comeback. Society's spine needs a little work.
It's so true about the too much and it's taking a lifetime to train myself to keep it succinct, without apology or overstatement. With clarity, confidence and firm smooth strokes. My timidity trips me up but that can be managed. It's an asset in reality.
I'm sort of just learning. I love knowing how much I don't know. I always feel that I'm at square one.
OMG a carpet for the patio! Something that goes with purple? Nothing defines a space like a carpet. It's now a room. Sixteen dollars that's a bargain! It would be hard to drag myself away from watching the plants grow in the sunset. It sounds so lovely.
Watching plants, sunsets, followed by an evening swim. hehee people who watch TV don't know what they are missing.
Painting has slipped away for the moment. Galleries and shows are not much a part of my present. I teach at my studio one day a month which I find surprisingly enjoyable. Every Saturday I take my hand work to the farmer's market. There is a different currency there. I now sit in the center of the marketplace where story tellers have traditionally belonged. Genuine participation. Curiously the bracelets sell as quickly as I make them. A part of all of us responds to the craft, touching the leather feeds the indigenous soul that is our own.
We'd been lucky, living well but on our artist's budgets we've reinvented a few of the parts, a few tweaks, and have managed to hold to the core and carry on as artists.
Yes, TV is strange. So much is going on yet nothing seems to happen. That's probably good.
I'm so glad the gorgeous bracelets are selling. They are worth it. People are looking for value and maybe they sense it without consciously recognizing what attracts them to special objects.
I, too, feel lucky. So far. I'm at the edge again. I can't imagine not living as an artist even though, like you, music has slipped away. It's only a part of self expression. I love dance and I can do that every day in the way I move.
There seems to be something especially honest about your transactions that appeals to me.
Just imagine if you followed the trained formula and the bracelets caught on. Everyone would have to possess one. Business would boom, life would get tense and complicated, a factory would be born, and there you would be. The American Dream. Unable to keep up with orders and then a book. And another. And another.
Keep your best smile intact in case that happens. (:-o)
There seems to be something especially honest about your transactions that appeals to me.
Yes. Even when the temps are outrageous as today, I go. Everyone seems to know they have a part. One of my neighbors is a big family farming operation. They had a head on collision last week on the way to market. Their booth was mobbed today. Even I slipped them a little extra cash for my veggies.
There is a musician who plays his violin. He is exceptional - plays with a string quartet etc. I always tease him that he seriously drives the cost of my groceries higher. His jar is always full every Saturday, crammed with dollar bills.
So much this reminds me of your stories from your time in India. A completely different rhythm. One that fits us well Jazz Mira. How lucky we've been to live inside these ways. We can't go back but we know how to participate.
Market is very like what we remember from the 50s. Cash on the barrelhead, some barter on the prices. I don't think I've ever been more respected in any other venue.
I'm certainly not worrying about my jewelry becoming a huge fad as a result of my work. In fact, a few days ago someone found then forwarded a website selling much the same - it is after all traditional work. I was a bit amused to find the fad already has started, created by others gifted in merchandising.
I became a part of a craft circle in Lapland where all my materials come from. The Sami have been making bracelets for the tourist trades for years. However, just in the time since I began this project, someone clever at merchandising created a website and has commercialized the bracelets made by the Sami craftsmen of the circle. It looks like it has gone wild. I'm happy, this keeps an old craft alive, money to craftspeople. Mine will always be different in design, handmade, small stitches. Barney's of NY sells them too, exotic, for 4 times my prices.
This is my own journey.
Actually it's kind of funny that you mention this, maybe you had a psychic moment. One day not long ago three people turned up on my doorstep. You remember how your mother always told you to wear clean underwear??? Well I'm in the middle of building displays, sweaty, oldest clothes, gobs of glue, a fright. Your worst imagining comes close. Naturally I invite them in. I recognize one of the women, she is from Ireland and purchased a talisman last year during open studio. She remembered where my house is, brought friends. It's a long story.
The man with her saw the reindeer bracelets and had to have one. Later i found out he is a "fashionista." The real deal from NY CITY & Miami. Ha. What can I say? I'm a bumpkin and don't know this guy from Adam's cat. He has the power to make and break people. Of course he seemed important so I went to google his name, my head kinda spun for a day. Nothing has come of it. My quiet life seems secure.
The edge is always close for people like us. I think the people around me get more alarmed than I. There have been a few times this year that looked like certain doom. Then the winds shifted.
The comforts i have, I like, but I was very close to my grands, heard their stories and even my own father lived a somewhat nomadic life as a child. Survival is hard work but joy is always available.
It's very soothing reading your writing.
I agree that survival is hard work. I've been contemplating that a lot lately. What a remarkable accomplishment just getting a body through a life. That's why I think the usual race to the top or the finish is overkill.
You know. We've talked so much about freedom, as Sagittarian types.
There have been a few times this year that looked like certain doom. Then the winds shifted.
They always do for me. Doom really is certain but it's just part of the human weather condition. It comes and goes. But doomed we are from our limited perspective. Our consciousness of the end of the matter. We move through light and shadow continuously.
Adam's cat. Heheh.
He has the power to make and break people.
Ouch. That's a mouthful. It's hard for me to believe that people actually relish that power.
What a wonderful reunion with your Irish customer. How reassuring. You talked about your open studios in glowing terms so I can see you were telling me the truth.
The community camaraderie you describe is just the medicine for our social separation, not being remedied by social media I'm afraid. We need to see faces register the things we send. We need to feel the response.
You said something that really touched me...
I don't think I've ever been more respected in any other venue.
You're on to something there. The cutthroat market does destroy this genuine delicate part of exchange. I think each transaction has many elements to it and we long to share ourselves as much as our goods. A good marketplace is one of the greatest joys of living and it's our job to keep creating the healthy village square. No one is stopping us. It's as old as the hills.
Rather than cry in agony about big business, I prefer to engage in little business. We have to live side by side. Waiting for the corrupt and ruthless to fall is a painful choice. Wishing bad on anyone pollutes our own systems.
Your experience inspires me.
You're right about the time in India and the different rhythm. We lived communally and exchanged energy with the environment easily. I think we often make it harder than it needs to be. The healthy and simple exchange you're engaged in is always an available alternative. A very tempting one.
Everyone seems to know they have a part.
I hear you. Cooperation. Sometimes it comes naturally.
You're right about the time in India and the different rhythm. We lived communally and exchanged energy with the environment easily. I think we often make it harder than it needs to be. The healthy and simple exchange you're engaged in is always an available alternative. A very tempting one.
Lucky for us. Could it have been that we found experiences like these as a way to seed more? True they are an always available alternative but in the current culture there is a strong structure in place to prevent competition. The key seems to be operating just a bit under the radar, small unassuming. A farmer's market is not really the pinnacle most artist's aspire to.
I'll tell you what appeals to me; the non-competitive atmosphere, there are no ego filled, power hungry show promoters or museum directors thinking they are the end all, be all, in determining who gets to show or what art gets the stamp of approval. Here the public decides. If you don't have what they want they do not stop to chat, do not buy, you go home tired and broke.
Over time people become friends and the exchange expands. Last market a musician who plays ancient Tibetan bowls bought me a CD to gift back my myth stories. Yesterday a woman brought a copy of her manuscript as a gift; a book of poems which includes her personal discoveries in an ancient cavern filled with petroglyphs, a young soldier from the base brought her first attempts at macrame with beads for me to see. This sweet and real excitement of exchange is what reminds me of your India stories. And of you going to the park last summer with your songs.
We don't just go to sell but open a open a space for others to be creative as well.
Hope this Sunday finds you well...how are the basement spiders?
A farmer's market is not really the pinnacle most artist's aspire to.
Lol.
I'm not sure any market is that pinnacle. We're not prize pumpkins, that's for sure.
It must be a good feeling to look forward to the weekly gathering, getting to see people who are glad to see you and vice versa. It sounds like maybe people aren't trying too hard, overshooting that mark of pleasure. Freedom from market corruption is just the seed that's needed. These places might become basic to survival soon.
The basement spiders have been sparse this year for some reason. They're outside enjoying the new carpet.
Outside enjoying your new carpet sounds wonderful. I'm outta commission for a tad. Picked up Valley Fever in Phoenix when I went to help A move. See you on your birthday at least!
love them spiders.
Until then.
Cool down and take care.
Need any help hanging decorations?
I'm back on my pegs, still have a rash but....I'm good for go.
Yes of course! Help!!
I'm delighted about your pegs. And rashes ... I don't worry about them until they ooze.
I'm having a theme party so stay ready!
I'm ready!! Let's celebrate.
A theme sounds fun.
Happy, happy day my sweetheart. It's gonna be an interesting year and we have ringside seats.
love always,
St B
Thank you from the depths, St B. And the heights.
Things sre surprising.
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