purity and integrity

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I wish I had a great shield to protect the youth of today. To shield them from the criticism and betrayal they will face now! All that they are standing tall for which is just, honest and good. The same type of purity and integrity that moved me as a youth. It still moves me as a senior. The same passion and talent. The same need for change. It is a time to choose. It is always a time to choose an altered life.

“Good Spirit,” he pursued, as down upon the ground he fell before it: “Your nature intercedes for me and pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life!” (4.162) ~ A Christmas Carol

I know what it is to stand up for the same things. I also know what it is like to be brought down as well. Integrity stands tall with a large shadow that fights it. The best, the average and the confused youths will have to deal with this shadow.

As Robert Mueller seems to do. He turns his back to the media gossip of barking betrayal and shadows of criticism.  Do not swallow this.  The lies that will come your way. They will try to get you to believe their lies.

All I can say is to remember, it is not your fault. Keep the youthful horn of rebellion blowing. Remember it is not your fault. You are brave and noble creatures.

 


 

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/swallow/

Two old couches…

Life is about change. Old things die away, new things break into the world. I just wanted to hold on to this memory of two family couches that we got as hand me downs from Marge and Fred. Thank you, we love you and you are both still in our memories.

Neighbors’ blooms under California rain 2018

It was about 11 years ago when Marge passed away, it was on the day of the Mardi Gras. Her things ended up being sold and given away. We were given one of her many couches. A rustic beige couch with embroidery running all over it and white lines moving over it. I sat on it a few times at her home in Tarzana California. She lived in the hills next to Edgar Rice Burroughs’s Gazebo where the character Tarzan was created. There was a time when the hills of the San Fernando Valley were once sparsely populated. One might reflect upon nature and come up with all kind of stories to tell.

The couch was originally bought for a trailer. Marge was then married to Fred Ahern. He was an American filmmaker and worked with Alfred Hitchcock and Quinn Martin.  Fred and Marge originally purchased two couches for a trailer in the desert. Bullhead city Arizona. Marge did not like living there so they moved it back to the home in the Tarzana hills. They were both my husband’s grandparents. Marge was his maternal grandmother. She married Fred after my husband was born. He remembers when they purchased the two couches.

Fred was a good man and always treated my husband as his own grandson. Today we are letting go of the hand me down couches. The couches supported our two sons and us for about 11 years. Fun years. Colorful years with a room full of young boys, gamers, and sleepovers. The couch has been a good best friend. I say couch but there are two. A long couch and a love seat couch.

When we first put the couches in our home they smelled dusty. Now they are covered with hippy colored blankets, my mom’s knit and crocheted blankets and a hand full of cats, books, and laptops. Right now, youngest son is asleep upon the love seat. I think he is feeling a need to be close to it now. It will be gone soon.  He does not usually sleep on it like this.

Today is the day we will put the couches outside for bulky item pick up. I never meet Fred but somehow, he has been close to us the last few years by way of a couch he purchased. I think my husband feels a closeness to the couches. It is not until this morning that I realized this. The sadness and grief of loss is always a sober wake-up call… yes always. Two couches are a connection to my husband’s past. It holds memories and moments before I entered his world.

We purchased two new couches last week. Today is delivery day.  Marge and Fred’s couches are going away forever. The couches will be rained upon today.

We named our first son partly after Fred. When the hospital nurse handed me a document to sign for his birth certificate, I surprised my husband by sneaking in the Fred in Johnfred. I was completely in a ‘after giving birth’ trance I guess. I am glad I did it!

Football kitty is not letting go of her couch as a little Bodhisattva might naturally do!?

I am the Siddhartha



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Ahern

A dream sets the pace of the day…

“One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.”
Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Nicole Wegner : PARALLEL PLANES – A DOCUMENTARY ESSAY ABOUT INDEPENDENCE AND MUSIC

Director: Nicole Wegner
Year: 2017
Duration: 100

Language: English

“This film pays homage to the American DIY spirit and the diversity of the US musical landscape outside the commercial music industry. While many other music films never make it beyond hero worship, director Nicole Wegner consistently maintains eye level with her twelve interview partners,…”


http://syndicado.com/menu/parallel-planes/


https://parallel-planes.com/the-artists-bands/


“Minor Threat skateboard fun” video in this film “Parallel Planes”.

~ Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine : Flipside Video, Courtesy of Hudley Flipside,

Ides Of March

Image found a long time ago..

We ran over the hill

in the rain

green grass suddenly

tripping our climb.

Laughing as we were

rolling over each other

happy to be.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/suddenly/

 

St. Pancras

via St Pancras

Sedna’s Signature

 

Sedna’s Signature Great Ocean Mother,
I call upon you to grace my shores.
I make myself as still as sand,
who knows the patience of millennia,
having been ground down to my essential parts.
I wait my turn at the edge of known things
that you might soak me with your rising swell.
I wish for nothing but to be dislodged by your power
perhaps even carried into your depths for the chance
at a glimpse of your underlife.
May I be taken into your possession,
even for a moment, to know the absence of my gravity
and participation in your rhythms and contractions.
May my body be for what it was intended:
an expression of your grace.
And what small ways I make with this poetry —
what songs and friendships I form — what migrations
and ripples I disturb in the world —
may they have something of your signature on them.
May the you that has touched me go on multiplying
in your phenomenal mathematics until we are all suffused
with awe at your vastness within us.

~Turner, Toko-pa. Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home (Kindle Locations 1498-1505). Her Own Room Press. Kindle Edition


Astrology Astronomy

“There is…a curious synchronicity between the time when the planet is discovered and the emergence in society of values and experiences which the planet represents symbolically. It’s as though the planet breaks upon consciousness in both a literal and symbolic way. I can’t really answer you as to why Uranus is called Uranus and Neptune, Neptune. I can only say that in some mysterious fashion they get the names right.”

From 1865 through till 1966 Sedna travelled through Aries. This hundred-year period saw the emancipation of women around the world, beginning with the forming of the suffragist movement and ending with the bra burning women’s libbers of the sixties. This seems an appropriate illustration of the collective influence that Sedna has. (Remember as a goddess in the myth, she cared for her people as a collective,)

In 1966 Sedna gradually made her way into Taurus, where she remains today. So, what can Sedna in Taurus hold for the collective influence of humanity? Taurus governs things that we value, to my thinking it is likely that our values will change and become increasingly orientated towards spiritual considerations during the next hundred years.

http://www.goddessgift.com/goddess-myths/inuit-goddess-Sedna.htm

 

https://cosmicintelligenceagency.com/5dastrology-6/

 

http://goodvibeastrology.com/sedna/


A Gift from Saturn and a Poem for Him

Winged centaur
Invisible sounding hooves
Upon the backyard cement.

Lifted me upon his back
We flew through
The rain, clouds, and satellites
Rounding the earth.

Straight and fast towards
Saturn’s castle
He is to give me a gift.

I’ve waited upon the words
Of Buffalo yesterday and today
“Today Saturn will give
You a gift… today today!”

I waited and wondered
Tonight, as I watch the hearth fire
I heard the call towards Saturn
As before …

I rode over frozen land
Blue ice and white paths
Over all we flew 
centaur’s wings outstretched
Gracefully I slip off the centaur.

I walked towards the big door
Dark but when opened
Filled with light and beings
Those who lived there
Those who were visiting like me.

An earthling's visits are often short
Saturn, I found
Up the golden spiral staircase
Waiting with a smile
And comfortable charm.

Saturn gave me a gift
A green box
Asking me
Not to open it now.

Wait until I am home
And place it over the fire
On your hearth,
The gift will reveal
Itself to you.

My journey home was fast
I made a space upon my hearth
Above the fire
Then turning to look out the window.

The wet outdoors
From a cold rain
Found me hoping
For a real cymene.

Of the ascending centaur
Glissading and glistening
Away from my soul through the rain
Under a full peeking moon.

Saturn told me
To write a poem about the green box
A gift from him
And so, I have.


 

Fourth Winter Wonderland Poem

Cold at night we walk
Around our neighborhood block
Hearts are pumping
Tall are the palm trees!

Turn the corner
A silence is broken
“Hoot, hoot!”
Then a short walk more
Another “hoot. hoot!”

15 years since we heard
The owls in the trees
Two of them maybe?
Near a Los Angeles cement waterway.

2 or 3 in the morning
The owls were closer still
The moon was almost to it’s fill
Westerly to the left descending
A round brightness of light.

Told my man
In sleepy slumber
“The owls are near!”
I’m awake with the owls
As they ascend away.

Ouroboros

This was one of the first sites I returned to again and again in the early days of the net. I haven’t revisited it for years, but came across the link in one of my old blogs, and realised I’d been lucky to find these reference to the Ouroboros in the years before the net […]

via Spira Solaris and the Universal Ouroboros — Ars, Arte et Labore