...and reading emails.
The Venice radio stream on iTunes was playing some Nutcracker Suite music as I enjoyed my reheated-formerly-frozen pancakes and fresh coffee this morning. I am so glad a few days ago I took the time to stand at the stove and make a whole batch of pancakes, then froze more than half of them just for days like today.
Lazy days. When I don't want to clean up after making pancakes.
I've lived long enough I recognize a lot of music just by a few bars of listening. And I mainly listen to classical music, so it's not like remembering a pop song that was playing when I fell in love or anything like that. Of course if I'd fallen in love while listening to Mozart or Beethoven, it would probably be the same reaction. But as it is, I am amazed that I know what I'm listening to, without any study, training, or effort to know. Whow, I have just let classical music seep into my pores and become part of me.
Poetry is also on my mind. I don't write it, but do appreciate it sometimes. So this week I'm purchasing some small books from a friend who does write beautiful poems.
Brigit is to be celebrated this week. I'm facilitating a women's spirituality group with lots of fun Imbolc things to be done. Candles, clouties, poems, stories, healing the world, guided meditation, songs, and maybe Brigid-crosses. Too much to do in our short period of time. But we will enjoy whatever happens.
Bearing Water for Brigid
ReplyDeleteSketches for a water vessel --
bottle and message bob on waves.
Voice of Brigid calls
at the root of desire.
All who hear: Imagine
Rock faces erode
exposed to wind, to grit, to rain
and hail.
Vessel
Designated fixed space
Sacrosanct container
Conveyor through fluid
Separates
Fluidity
Creates place, surface to paint
Amusement
diffusement of emotion
beatitude, foment of dueling farce.
Charismatic gems
harsh edges polished pure
colors
blend in the dark
become enchanting
wish granting.
Enthusing brief infusion
of giddy illusion
glows
just enough to guilefully entice.
Sparkling Neural net
smiles.
Catch that glint, a secret
clue revealing
purpose, meaning.
Temptress,
wild eternal child,
ages' flamboyant fool
Engaging
Glorious
Muse
(Voice rains from within)
A wound is a sacred vessel
Pain carves into flesh
Carries sense memory
Carries the seed
Of its own demise
Sentience
Engulfed in life
Learns anew to be whole
Wounded with the potential for wisdom
The prize applies when eyes are are pried
from seeping, sucking, suffering
aching to censure what future we admire
Redefine the schizm
This wound is our project
To heal, discover the vision
Realign the seam to fit
self-framed landscape
not lose or win
Let loose that genie of desire
Ride rushing blood streams
Build a roaring pyre of grief,
insane belief in wrathfilled deities
Revile that old refrain: "life is pain" or a game
to be lost
No Faustian bargain
Just a
rambling adventure
of daring
to explore
essence of ecstasy
Don't wait for the rest to see
and demur
Take pleasure
Stretch your sail
Take sight of your guiding star
The only failure is self-denial
in favor of the vile lie
that pain is destiny
instead of faithful friend
lending energy
for change
Slice vivid memories
Exult in their flavor
Savor the tastes, the textures
Enliven your way
In the end
The vessel breaks
There the Goddess stirs
2011 Aquarius