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Mother’s Eyes

(this is a post about our humanity and is not political!!)

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Taking children from their parents is what is happening at this time and place in the United States. It bothers me terrible. I think about the loss of my own two parents over the last ten years. The grieving is done. There is still a place in my mind and heart that will always miss them. My parents were in my life for over 50 years. I remember lying in bed at night as a babe thinking, ” what would I ever do if I lost either one of my parents!?” I would cry alone at night. Maybe this is what we all go through as children in our imagination? A reality for many children now in our country!!

Yesterday oldest son came home from his third week from his new job. I ran and greeted him outside. Under the olive tree I looked into his eyes and smiled. We talked and he was happy to have the weekend off. His eyes were a beautiful green. I remember that color ! The same color as my mother’s eyes. As a mother it is a wonder to see my mother’s face echoing in my son’s face!

I wrote a poem for mother about her eyes. I wound like to share.

Entitled Mother’s Eyes. Written 12/87.


Something in my mother’s eyes
told me something more!
Something in her wondering words
as we walked downstairs
Passing the front door.

Her eyes, her eyes!!
Her peace,
I felt,
She talked of crystals as spiritual,
She talked about protecting and caring
for her son and another son’s wife
I saw her and felt her smell the roses L’Amour.

I drive away from her
going to a place
she has visited before
I wondered about a ghostly her
that I never saw before.

In her eyes, her eyes
green crystals
dulled and well-rounded
as pupils are
I almost started crying
seeing the wet tears
which never left
the whites of her eyes.

Her eyes, her eyes
told me something more
then the simple room there knew
Her eyes told me of new feelings
which words can’t capture
and fear brings in its true meaning.

Her eyes and fear and lots of love
could it be I’m capturing
her soul shape
a dove?

The little secrets she threw my way,
silly me,
I bet she knows me
past, present, and future days.

I don’t know whether to be happy or cry,
All because of her eyes, her eyes.


Oldest son had an invisible friend that soon disappeared as he grew up. “Beek Owl” was a large bird that watched over him and talked to him. I tried to capture Beek’s image as son described him. We did not have much back then to create with. Some cardboard and a few watercolors for arty farty projects. I made a stencil of Beek Owl so I could always remember him.


“Beek Owl is winking at me.” said son.


monarch butterfly…

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Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?

Today I was reading my weekly astrological update! It seems the world powers are continuing their power games! As an individual I feel karma pressure personally!
Today I saw a monarch butterfly riding through the air in my backyard. Took my mind back to Pacific Grove California. The festival of the Monarchs is celebrated there every year!  I love the ocean and coastal region there. Where the ocean, hills and streams meet.
I am going to keep lite on my feet the next few months. Like the monarch butterfly! Grateful for the good things in life and contradicting, at least trying to, the power drama and political drama! The heat burns like a purifying sweat lodge!

I focus on love and cling to the cool breeze of the monarch butterfly !

Thousands of Monarchs in Pacific Grove, CA

http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk/astrologer/1/psychotherapist-master-nlp-coach.html

http://www.cityofpacificgrove.org/

 

POTENTIAL QUESTIONS THE BUTTERFLY ASKS What is your attitude towards change? How does that influence your life? Can you accept who and where you are? If not, do you believe you can change it? If so, how will you react to the inevitable changes to come? Do you believe in your greater good? Can you allow good to flow naturally into your life? Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?

 

a rich character

Headaches, no sleep and a palpitating heart with rain and thunder and the dark of an endless night. Today the wind makes sounds ancient and whispering as the Celtic Bards of long ago.

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e has a rich character, our dear Joseph Campbell. His insights into myth, history, art, religion, and our unconscious is telling us such old stories. A book that is a necessity for every person to read is, Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine. For anyone who wants to know where they came from and solutions to the problems of our current modern times. I recommend this book. But be careful and beware, this book is not a fairytale ride at Disneyland.  It is deeper than our DNA contained in a place beyond time. As above so below, this knowledge is mystical and enchanting.  Which is to say between life and death. It moves one into another place beyond time as the Celtic Bards did. Stories real and part of all our histories. A lovely escort to any study of art, history, science, psychology, philosophy, sociology, and religion!

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 “When Dante was going through the stages of hell, the first and least horrendous was that of the carnal lovers. Among them were Tristan and Iseult and Lancelot and Guinevere, all the great lovers of all time. And he recognizes one couple, Paolo and Francesca, and like a good sociologist he called Francesca down and asks,

“How did you get into this condition?”

In the most poignant line in the whole poem [The Divine Comedy] , she answers,

“We were reading the book of Guinevere and Lancelot. And when we came to the meeting of the eyes, we looked at each other and read no more in the book that day.”

There they are in what looks like hell to us but the wonderful wise miracle man, William Blake, said in his book of aphorisms, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell,

“I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyment of Genius; which to Angels look like torments and insanity.”

I think that’s the answer. So what Tristan accepted was the fire of this agony that is love for eternity, and that will be his life in eternity. ”

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~Pg. 245 Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine, Joseph Campbell


I and Thou…

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I found my two jester friends making out today… by Hudley 2/9/2017

“…When life is passing in the night, in the rushing night
A man, a woman in the night, in the lonely night
Must take a chance that in the light, in tomorrow’s light
They’ll be together, so much in love
Together, so much in love…”

Day five of the Holy Days of Christmas…

Today is ruled by the Hierarchy of Leo. I think upon Aslan from The Chronicles of Narnia as the perfect symbol of this type of love, compassion and loudness.

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“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
― C.S. LewisThe Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
 
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LOVE is the fulfilling of the law ~ Romans 13:10 

Think how paradoxical this seems in our world ?

LOVE BIRDS: Mae West and George Raft

1932_Mae_Geo_Raft It is not by chance that I posted a picture of Mae West and a few days later a short essay about George Raft. I did not know the connection between them then, but after some research and reading his biography I came to realize the relationship they had with each other. This is how synchronicity works and for them it is also about a deep love.

May West is overwhelming sexy. She is a classic vexing iconic blonde bombshell. George Raft is the sharp gangster. He is a tough guy with a chaos deep voice, so unique and enduring he defines a generation of look and style. For us they go on doing this with endless images, films and books. The thought of them together as lovers and friends is the enhancement of romance. As a sensitive person I feel this is the story that I am procuring about them.1932_NaN_Raft_MW_embrace_T

They both died within days from each other; ending up lying in the same morgue alongside each other. This was not planned by them. It could be just by chance that these two iconic film stars came to lie together like this. I can say from a physical perspective it may be true, but for me chance has no say in this; I know that there is no such thing. Their story and death has meaning to me and says something beautiful about the two of them.1932_Mae_Maudie_cig_bw

I am reflecting upon a film that is about another great love story. It dreamily reveals my intuitive insight about Mae and George’s love story.  It is the film The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. It is about a ghost and living woman who fall in love. It is a humorous and titillating story. The actors are not Mae West and George Raft but what happens at the end of the story is my focus. Mrs. Muir lives her life and at the very end of the film we find her siting in a rocking chair. This is where she dies. In this scene we see the young Captain, the ghost, walk up to her and reach for her hand. He pulls her up. She is now also a ghost. The two of them, youthful and beautiful, are together once more and so a new journey begins when they walk away together.1926_G_Raft

I envision this same scenario for Mae and George. As I look down I see the old age, sickness and death of Mae and George, but as I look up I see two lovers gazing down then up into each others eyes. They are youthful, beautiful and together again moving onward and beyond. This is what I see in the best desires of my imagination for them.

To look at old age and death as a sad and lonely time is to miss the point of life. Waiting is sometimes the price that true love pays. As we grow older the mind naturally goes inward. Reflections and images become stronger. Mae and George live on in our memories and I would not be surprised, but delighted, if more synchronistic mysteries come forth for me about these love birds. It really is a wonderful thing for me to see.  This type of information is not so much linear; But comes in a roundabout imperfect way and it grows as leaves on a tree, or slowly collects as dew on a petal.

This is the lesson they’ve taught me…this is the meaning of this synchronicity about their love.

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Ray Bradbury 1920-2012: The next Generation

While reflecting upon Ray Bradbury’s death, after reading about it in the Los Angeles times article by Lynell George, I was touched by the childlike qualities of Bradbury’s character. A few quotes stood out for me. I would like to share them here and why they are important to me, and profoundly so!

“Bradbury had very strong opinions about what the future had become. In the drive to make their lives smart and efficient, humans, he feared, had lost touch with their soul.”

Though I do enjoy the benefits of technology I can understand Bradbury’s statement. I would be lost on a  typewriter.  He was a genius when using this machine.  I think we need to find places that tend to the soul. I am not thinking about church or religion, but to the qualities of life that sustain the soul, such as reading, friends, music and beer. To plan time away from  others. As an introvert I find that time alone is one of the most precious ways in staying in touch with my soul. Also, to push my comfort zone now and then on some crazy adventure.

A  quote from the article takes another direct quote from Bradbury,

“We’ve got to dumb America up again” he said.

Joe Strummer from the Clash also made a statement along the some lines as, “You’ve gotta be slightly stupid.” To me this is a pun on childlike learning,  understanding innocence and applying this to each moment of life, and to new experiences. The world’s problems can be solved by fresh and creative minds.

Another quote I took from the article makes me think of William Blake, because like Blake, Bradbury had an enormous imagination.

“For Blake, paradise was the human imagination, and he spent most of his time there…His greatest achievement in his poetry and his designs is to carry us with him into such an imaginative world.”  {The Stranger From Paradise by G.E. Bentley Jr, introduction XXV}.

Bradbury states his greatest achievement in a statement from Times Magazine on his 90th birthday,

All I can do is to teach people to fall in love…my advice to them is, do what you love , and love what you do…if I can teach them that, I’ve done a great job.”

In conclusion I was amazed to read this from the article,

Bradbury’s follow-up bestseller, 1953’s Fahrenheit 451 was based on two earlier short stories and written in the basement of the UCLA library, where he fed the typewriter 10 cents every half-houras Bradbury says “You’d type like hell” he often recalled “I spent $9.80 and in nine days I had “Fahrenheit 451.”

What an inspiration!!