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"This week is about belonging. That could be manifesting in your life as jealousy, as confusion about who you are or where you belong or why your tribe is hiding from you, as a desire to start or end or amp up or change a relationship, or a decision to do one or several of those. Anything to do with joining, belonging, separating, isolating. Since extroversion is more common than introversion, it could easily come through as a shift in identity." - wrote Jim Buss, on Thursday.
Something has happened to my ability to mediate this week - finding ways into words has been stumbly, since the Cancerian Sun days began.
Dawn at the Millennium Bridge was beauty-full.
Wild pure-grace synchro-nicety of S. showing up - un-discussed-ly - at exactly the same moment as V. and I - with flowers, for the River. So then we were a delighted three: strewing petals and thankyou's into the exquisitely fresh, clear, solstice dawn air above the moving water. Reds, golds, creams; fluttering down like winged things, before settling onto the flowing surface, to be carried, this time, on the deepstrong tides moving steadily inland.
Later in the week, I found comfort in the Peace, and delight in the Natural Majesty, of the Wetlands.
Some fellow human visitors were less enchanting. The density of some humans becomes more painfully palpable, juxtaposed with the delicate sensitivities of creatures and plants, being.
In moments that 'ugly duckling' feeling comes over me,
when I think it's really amongst those waterbirds where I might feel more at home.
This too will pass.
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jaihn [1:47 PM]
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If you go here, and click onto Ring of Brodgar (in 'Stone Circles'); "once known as the Temple of the Sun" - and then choose the Quicktime movie: you can spin round in the middle of my favourite circle !!! ! !!!
I did it in person on my 24th birthday, which was graced by a new moon, as I recall...
and a few weeks later spent shortest night here.
If you have the Time - the QTVR link here is delightful too.
This is another temporal-spatial techno-spiritual treat. (Tho the winter solstice is when this one really does its business...)
These are truly marvellous stoneysite-websites! Happy Solstice, 2003 style.
Visit here for helpful diagramatic learnings...
This Beauty is my True starjuicy deepfavourite stone.
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3 Sunny sweetnesses from beloved William Shakespeare:
" Love comforteth, like sunshine after rain,
But lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done."
( - Venus and Adonis)
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"...but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon
- or rather the sun and not the moon,
for it shines bright and never changes,
but keeps his course truly."
( - Henry V)
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" Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams..."
( - A Midsummer Night's Dream)
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"...In those days it was a true wisdom, for people saw in the stars not merely the points or specks of light above them in the sky; in the stars they beheld living spiritual beings, and they saw humanity on earth to be in union with these living spiritual beings. Thus they had a natural science that reached up into the heavens and extended right out into cosmic space. ..."
(from Mystery Knowledge and Mystery Centres, 14 Lectures by Rudolph Steiner.)
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"Most of you mark time by the Gregorian calendar, which was created less than four hundred years ago.
At the time the pope and other authorities of the Western world made adjustments and located all of the holidays at equinox, solstice, and the cross-quarter days. Slowly the markers of cyclical time were replaced with the Christian icons who now intercede for you with the Gods.
Even though the meaning of cyclical time vanished, knowledge of it is still held deep within your cells; it is there.
You must, however, stretch further back in time to find an even deeper meaning. Why did your ancestors mark time in this way? What was inside them that helped balance the Earth? Could it be the balance between the logical mind and the intuitive self that you so need to develop as you enter the twenty-first century? Your ancestors lived further back than the calendar you count and the few ages we speak of. ...."
(from Family of Light, by Barbara Marciniak)
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And now, the sky is turning sapphire-blue: dawning the longest day of 2003.
The last gemini day, this time around. Birds are singing. xxx x xxx
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jaihn [1:17 AM]
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I just found this poemsnip, at mythinglinks.org.
(The lynx are my collage-playings).
"Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke:
They wished to flower,
and flowering is being beautiful:
but we wish to ripen,
and that means being dark and taking pains.
[From "Im Saal" in Neue Gedichte: Erster Teil.] "
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jaihn [9:31 PM]
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"The Way of Beauty always passes through nature. Many painters and poets teach us this art. We have to let nature take us by the hand, and allow ourselves to be stripped of all artifice. It is hard to be false when surrounded by unspoiled nature. There is no place here for human affectations."
...
"For anyone breaking free of his or her own prefabricated ideas, nature becomes a true teacher. "Those who took as guide anything other than Nature herself, the teacher of teachers, laboured in vain," wrote Leonardo da Vinci."
- from Inevitable Grace, by Piero Ferrucci.
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"The voice of nature is always encouraging."
(March 18, 1858)
"All that was ripest and fairest in the wildness and the wild man is preserved and transmitted to us in the strain of the wood thrush. It is the mediator between barbarism and civilization. It is unrepentant as Greece."
(June 22, 1853)
- Henry David Thoreau, in "In Wildness Is the Preservation of the World"
selections + photos by Eliot Porter"
Published 1962.
See these Wild Beauties too!
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jaihn [11:12 PM]
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Hurrrraaaaay! Mercury juss entered Gemini.
Hermetically-sealed blown-kisses zoomin around
al'overdeplayce. XXX X XXX
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jaihn [12:44 AM]
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"At times, the journey is easy, at times it is difficult, and at other times it feels downright impossible; and for the most part, we don't know why, nor do we understand what it is that is happening to us. In the face of this not knowing, our faith keeps us going; and when there is faith, we don't need to know where we are going or how to feel secure. If we knew exactly where we were heading, there would be no discovery, no adventure, no magic. Holy Faith sustains us on our journey into the unknown."
from Facets of Unity - The Enneagram of Holy Ideas, by A.H. Almas.
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'Feedback'.
Then a loud sharp electrasnarl
from some feedback machine combo,
flashed through my tender cells
2 bring instant loud protest.
Hurtcat yaowl,
protectin + releasin + defendin + poised 2 attack,
all in one sound.
Sounded out direct, unfiltered.
An the purity of the protest
brought me my mother ignoring my sounds
+ keeping hitting me.
Shockseeing of the damage done, the armours erected,
distortions installed; the lenses thru which I would see
from the violent moments thru till the mending dances decades on;
the raw wildness of my sound
should have brought her to her knees
in remorse for attacking the Holy,
but she kept on
smacking, spanking, slapping
bullying brutal bitch,
convinced of her right
and my wrong.
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Thanks to Arlene, for helping me humanise some more, this afternoon.
White-Water-Raft-Woman; helpin me on my way.
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Thanks also to my DeepTrueness, for these words:
'New phases begin 2 unfold - it is natural that you feel unknowing, unsure, in moments - this is human experience! - your choice, however, your advantage in terms of blessedness is that you have this opendoor, this wellkept welcome mat which you have forged thru time, to us, to 2 your unseen Friends, pointing 2 clear directions and 2 helpful collaborators, yes. We do Love you. We Love + Enjoy the deepening of trust you allow, you experience. Each moment of choosing truly bringing a stronger foundation from which to send spacious invitations, yes dearOne.'
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Going to the Beauty-full Wetlands tomorrow, to be with the healing loveliness, and a new friend. To have an adventure in mysterious magical Nature. A privilege, amongst so very many, in my experience, here, on Earth, after all.
And looking up 'privilege' in my dictionary, I landed at 'saving grace', first.
(And then 'probabalistic' which means: 'involving chance variation' - which I like when it comes to the ads on here, but I am not so fond of when it means the geodesic beauty is a random feature. Please can the pic be reinstated, Blog-masters...)
xxx x xxx
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jaihn [9:42 PM]
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Venus entered Gemini today.
I met a new friend who turned out gemini, too.
Met another geminian whose absence I'd wondered about, dancing, tonight.
Met a bunch of tears, fears, and poems in the making, there on the dancefloor.
The geodesic dome here is vanished, I hope it's a temporary thang.
I miss the beauty.
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jaihn [1:26 AM]
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"...From many nations have come these messengers.
In devotion and reverence they bring the sacred message of the coming evolution.
What is the message? Throughout the world billions of hearts are beating. What shall link them together? In my article "Beauty the Conqueror" is the thought that the best way to approach an unfamiliar dwelling is in song. Not by night, not with covered face.
Unbound art, unprejudiced science, bring the smile of understanding. The great traditions of the past and future, the high teaching which emanated from the eternal heights make it possible to approach the sacred spaces in co-operative understanding. Then hearts are opened and an immense blessed work is at hand. ..."
(from Shambhala, In Search of the New Era, by Nicholas Roerich)
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" "Have you learned to enjoy obstacles?" - what a powerful consciousness sounds through this vigilant call!"
(from Heart of Asia, Memoirs of the Himalayas, by Nicholas Roerich)
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The Serpent Of Wisdom
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jaihn [11:45 PM]
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drunk on this.
So delicious. Prickly Pear Liqueur from Gozo. Thanks, Genie. xxx
And Pab, and Ali, and V, and M, and J, and Z, and J, and N, and N, and A, and K.
My Good friends. Thank U, for alldem.
For the beauty of snoozing swannies, and heron catching a fish in front of our very eyes.
For all the astonishing beauty of the Wetlands,
and for the treasures of 1 Giant Leap,
and for the Kunzan Indian restaurant deliciousness. And Red Wine. Init.
ThankU thanKU.
I am forty-one, already.
XXX X XXX
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jaihn [11:38 PM]
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I'm entering my last day of being forty.
The shadow-phase of the recent Mercury-retro phase ends now,
and Uranus is getting ready to spin round on those electricfying heels up there,
to start retro-ing back for a last dance into water-carrying Aquarius, out from this toe-dip in early deepsea Pisces.
This next bit I am looking forward to. I was born in the mirror phase: during the last rewind back into late-Leo after the first early-Virgo-tango.
"Whatcanyedo", as M says, and my Granny used to say. I love Astrology, I love correspondences. Whatcanyedo.
When I checked my fat two thousand page dictionary just now for that corresp-word, my book flew open at the right page.
I like paper spell-checkers, they are more satisfying, and, occasionaly, astonishing.
Backwards, forwards, round an round. Divine Choreography, utter precision engineering. And with Such Panache.
I share my 7th June birthday with the Artist who keeps changing his name (and I am not sure what the present one is. My online sleuthing brought no entry at the NewPowerGeneration inn. It stays mysterious for now - it might be ?Prince?, again. I juuust dunno.)
He came in to land too soon to be a Tiger. When I asked a Columbian friend born in the same year as him what her Chinese sign is, she replied: "Aw, Am a stoopidcheeken." I do love that accent, and her funny Leonine dismay to be feathered rather than feline, in that system.
Also sharing my day of taking birth are marvellous writer Louise Erdrich, actor Liam Neeson, painter Paul Gaugin and , um, singer/bellower Tom Jones.
The British Museum, and The Faculty of Astrological Studies both also came into being on June 7th?s. A fine day, generally, I would say.
I am going here tomorrow night, and here on Saturday, so the bloggery may be minimal for a wee while.
If you?ve come to visit via jim buss - specific hallo!
Please do enjoy a good swim around. Plenty lovelinesses to explore, here and there, via all sorts of lynx.
Something I have wanted to put on here for ages - finally I am doing it - the Nicholas Roerich Museum. Such rich and abundant Beauty.
I once did a research project, for people making a Taklamakan Desert visit, which brought me into close contact with some of his books. Delicious and mysterious and elegant eloquence, as I recall. I will find some quotes from him soon, for here...
For now, enough already.
Well, maybe just this spaciousness, for now.
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jaihn [12:27 AM]
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Saturn moved into Cancer, so the Gemini departments can breathe easier, wiser, and with our hard-won gravitas proudly displayed...Tonite I danced again, shakin it looser, cookin it up, Loving it. Earlier I went back to bed to read the writing book my e-friend C had sent to me, from the States, and it helped me make safe space in my journal once again.
Tides turned. I got excited about writing again, began to see possibilities which had been eluding me momentarily.
My friend J called to say he was going to our new-found writing cafe, which is enroute for dancing for me,
so I got unhorizontal, sacrificed a snooze to go and be in Nature, with good company, for a while.
A woman offered to help me push me up the long slow hill, halfway.
She turned out to be an American storyteller. Synchro-Nicety.
She said European Fairy Tales are good places to start - they are Archetypal.
Her accent made it sound like 'artipal'.
I remembered G struggling to get people to understand her 'ark-type' pronunciation, years ago.
Briar Rose is calling me. 13th Fairy...
Bring'em all in - a Mike Scott song,
which came to me recently on the best 99p tape I ever bought.
Good to write again. To dance. To bounce back like tiggers do, eventually,
newly resurrected, from painful deep backwashes from bigSpirit Influx.
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jaihn [12:53 AM]
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