mediations

*** * ***[ Saturday, April 26, 2003 ]

 

Mercury went retrograde today.

I usually enjoy the retrotimes, even with the technoprobs and communicative disruptions and misunderstandings that find their way onto the experience stage anyways.
It is like swimming with the tide for the three week window - my natal Mercury also retro.

Just like making my reluctant transitions to either sleeping or waking,
it is good once I do get into that other place, that other way of being.
Not quite there yet, tonight; still feel some counter-tide-ness over here...

Chiron going retro yesterday, bang opposite my Venus,
may have some influence in my discomfort...

more soon. xxx x xxx


jaihn [11:16 PM]

*** * ***[ Thursday, April 24, 2003 ]

 

So now, all three of my sites have counters.
It makes me happy to actualise my desires.

It appears four people looked at this page since this afternoon.
Somehow that information presents such intrigue. My mysterious visitors.

William Gibson did his stuff this evening. I'm not writing much about that right now.
A big barcoded (t-shirt) belly passed by at my eye level; it made me smile.
And the space we were in was pleasant.
The wall panelling there reminded me of school assembly hall,
tho these were crafted from newer, lighter wood.

I ate the best fruit salad afterwards, in an on-street cafe, under a fine heater
which the proprietor presented to me proudly. Obviously a recent aquisition of his.
Early-summer evening, central London; cleaner air smells better these days,
peoples bodies less tensed, generally. Car numbers felt more like a town than a city.
Pavements and parking still more trouble for me than is lovely to experience -
surface assault from slabs and bumps and uncarefully made ramps;
and placing problems through borough to borough concessionary differences.
Here is free, there is not. This street yes, that street no. Non-negotiable.
But with a willing accomplice it was possible.
And that there were many more spaces to choose from, everywhere,
and time to dither while we drove exploring, without being honked at by raging hordes, helped a lot.


I took D to visit the beauty-full chapelspace in the (Middlesex) hospital, earlier.
It was warm and delicious and rich to be in, as ever.
One of my favourite prayerzones in town.
I lit three candles for my ancestors, for Life, for grandmothers and grandfathers,
and in general gratitude for the everything to be able to be there, at all.
People have been praying hard in that beautified space for a long time.
It's kept extra warm, and it's a heaven of sorts. Concentratedness fills the soft air in there.
I like the trust that lets the candles be lit and dancing, amidst the cityness all around.

xxx x xxx




jaihn [10:41 PM]

*** * ***[ Wednesday, April 23, 2003 ]

 

xxx x xxx

"one works now on many levels" - g. - Easter Saturday, 2003

"Group consciousness is not mass consciousness
for with the former the contribution is voluntary and the worth of the individual is not lost."

"But Saturn has little to do with theories; he offers his wisdom through the more difficult but meaningful channel of personal experience and realisation; and the understanding of the psychology of the group and the direction in which manÕs consciousness is slowly striving is an understanding which can be the inner illumination of the individual who has Saturn in Aquarius or in the eleventh house."

(from Saturn, A New Look at an Old Devil, by Liz Greene).

These passages had g. and I whooping on Sunday night. I read them out to her
- we both have Saturn in Aquarius, within four degrees, tho we are born several decades differently.
And right now we have Neptune cruising dissolving and washing our fixed thoughts and rigid structuring clean away.
We began to see a possibility of inspiration, together.

I am excited about all the synchro-niceties of last week,
with blogging and William Gibson and andand.

M. had bought a copy of The Big Issue magazine, and I scanned it during our meet, and asked to keep it.
I wanted to check in more deeply with several things, but particularly an article which tugged at my attention.
Turned out to be Mr Gibson is enormously famous and somehow I missed all that.
But. As is my way. When I am alerted to someone, it is a timely tuning. Blog was mentioned in the article.
I had only days before created my first Blog - because N. threw me in at the blogend to put my article online linked to his site.
You can check http://jaihnfirst.blogspot.com/ to see.

It was all news to me, and here in synch with the perfect timing of Divine Choreography was the B word again,
in connection with this fellow whose work sounded splendid. He said he had been blogging lately.
Two weeks ago I wouldnÕt have known what he was talking about.

The magic continued. I checked into his bloggery, and lo and behold, his latest entry said
he was about to wing his way to the city in which I live. From many miles distant, the man is in town tomorrow night.
So. My MacWizard friend called to arrange our visit-the-new-machines trip,
and we agreed to combine that with a William Gibson reading.
Which, by the looks of the noticeboards on his site, are not something that happen every day, here.
D., my computerguru, of course is familiar with the author.
Looks like half the planet is.
I look forward to meeting his work backwards, starting with the most recent - kindalike blog-entries...

"Pattern Recognition"... and then the Saturn quotes showed up too.

Navigating the breeze-blown impulses.

And the beauty-full MamaBlackbird sits tranced most of the day and all of the night,
warming those mysterious eggs under her, in the nest she built, by me.

"In her it has all been digested: she can take us on a much deeper journey. And isn't that what we all truly long for on vacation? To refresh our mind, to really go somewhere new, to take our life down a new and undiscovered path."

- Nathalie Goldberg, (talking about Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko),
on page 111 of Thunder and Lightning, Cracking Open the Writers Craft

xxx x xxx


jaihn [8:37 PM]

*** * ***[ Tuesday, April 22, 2003 ]

 
The lady blackbird has returned to the nest.
I thought the treat of nesting-commune was over, but she is going for another batch,
and I am honoured, and priveliged to have this brilliant Natural loveliness
happening just a few feet away from where I sit typing these words.
I filmed through the last nestfull, from silent sitting days and nights to fluffy dumpling flyoffs -
so very fast after emergence.
This one I will include in my bloglearnings too.
The Evolution will also be blogerised.
Gazing, from my playroom in a central city home,
into the eyes of the blackbird who gazes back, sometimes.


jaihn [8:10 PM]

*** * ***[ Monday, April 21, 2003 ]

 

This is going to be my regular blogspace.

More soon.

Learnings. xxx x xxx


jaihn [6:04 PM]