here is some eclipse music….
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“The Greek poet Orpheus carried Willow branches as a symbol of the inspiration this sound gave.”
weeping willow
I pause outside as bee and lady bug fly around. Sweet is the nectar from lemon tree and lavender. Letting go of worries and desires that do not serve me now. An old friend, a song, comes to mind as my "leaves in the wind." Perfect are old recorded songs and the insect, flower and tree! Somehow as I pause in breathing, I am lost in this perfection. The recurring of pause of being, the repetition of listening to old songs the heartfelt listening and watching nature, Is my catalyst for artistic expression. Never to let us down !!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pause/
It seems contrary that Venus goes retrograde As Spring vividly approaches! The underworld is spilling upwards I’ve noticed shadows and illness Addiction, handicaps, and depression. My heart is hurt and overwhelmed. Man at the parking lot asking for money Young man in a wheelchair As parents push him through the supermarket his eyes deep in a world of despair. I hold on to the pain as it washes over me with tears Helpless tears of acknowledgment and power As we walk through these dark times To acknowledge it all with observing hearts That hear and feel! We help by our vibrations of compassion, empathy and caring. A silent prayer of hope, So, the wounded can find a gentle joy That pleasure brings upon their vivid blood-red hearts. She knows and she descends to us the gift of her sweetness for all times. Walking with those that hold the lanterns In the dark desending spiral into the underworld. Light that eliminates the darkness By acknowledgment, letting go. As hearts grow in applied ways This is our wisdom A balm for our world… Breast bending up Chest falling down And love will be found there too.
Venus on seashell, from the Casa di Venus, Pompeii. Before AD 79.
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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/vivid/
Posted in Holly Duval Cornell's Poems & Pose
Tagged beauty, current-events, Depth Psychology, Esoteric, Goddess and Home, nature, poetry, postaday, Venus Retorograde, Women, Writing
“1940 is the year when we approach the meridian of the first star in Aquarius. It is the premonitory earthquake of the New Age.” We see how Jung considered earthly occurrences in a cosmic context, with an eye toward the approach of the Age of Aquarius, which was supposed to come after the Age of Pisces in the global calendar. This fact, differently interpreted by the various esoteric groups, was frequently connected with an “age of enlightenment” and great steps forward in spiritual progress. But it is not seldom forgotten that spiritual maturity carries the price of great suffering and severe trials. As Jung was certainly clearly aware of this aspect…” Pg. 333-334, The Second World War, Jung: A biography.
New Age, Age of Aquarius and “age of enlightenment” always put a little fear in me. At this time of the year the dead whisper their stories through dreams, books and biographies. This Sunday I pulled my random book. I started reading randomly. The above quote from Carl Jung’s biography pulled at me. Directly pulling at reflections and meditations of the day.
After an early meditation outside near the bomb shelter; small rough golden and dark green leaves falling from the Cyprus tree onto my head, then down to my lap. Looking up I saw a small song bird right above me on a branch chirping and giving itself a cleaning. I was focused on it. The coolness in the air calmed me as I looked up away further to see another bird flying. A white bird; a seagul or maybe an owl. It was flying South West. A large bright bird highlighted by the rising sun. In my wonder I then looked down to see that the little song bird had left a white bird poop on my lap.
“Nasty little bird…I think I get the hint!!”
I got up and walked towards the house. Both female cats disturbed by my movement, as they had found a temporary warm home near my legs and feet.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/1984/
Posted in Nature Politics
Tagged Alternative music, beauty, Depth Psychology, Goddess and Home, nature, politics, postaday, spirituality, Synchronicity, Underground, Women
A wonder of a monster at Pierce College a few years ago … that is no longer there?
The adventure while taking walks in the fog brings to my mind smells of the earth. A wonder of this is one wonder I crave. Walks down wild hills and up hills as a youth, pepper trees and mighty eucalypts tress embraced me as a wonder-joy of being alive.
A winter day with a cold face as a door opens to the heat of a fire-place. The smell of cooking and the wonder of a good meal waiting for me.
I wonder upon the faces of my parents as they took care of me; a child like wonder of trust and love given.
Holding baby kittens a few days old. The warmth, cuteness and perfection of “Cat.” Many a day did I wonder and view a kitten, cat or tom give a perfect yoga bath to their body. A joy that fills many years of happy meditative wonder.
The wonder, the greatest, is the wonder of a stream or waterfall. This magic fills me with desires beyond the word… wonder.
In conclusion I hear the wonder of an Arthurian Knight (at least in my mind), Neil Diamond, singing a Beatles song !!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/seven-wonders/
Women gathered on the hill. Standing on the grass and dirt. They were silent in the breeze. Waiting. Dressing in gold, red and brown flowing dresses. A cotton scarf placed around her head. Thin material with sequins and graceful threads wrapped around a mummy enfolded.
“Into the tomb I must now go?
The fear of such a place she thought,
“Will they put me there. Alone there I will be. What, will they forget me too?”
A whisper in her ear spoke,
“No you will not go there. You have suffered enough.”
She was free .
Family Buddha in our front yard…
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Courage
silent courage
following through
alone
what is greater than this ?
courage is an effort
friend
notice the silent courage of others
it is beyond words
Feeling as powerful as an active volcano of accomplishment.
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I read in one of my books that shy and introverted people tend to blossom on the internet. Also that it is women over 40 that made the Kindle come alive and become so successful. I am part of those statistics and I don’t mind. It is a vortex vertex… in and out. Taking it in like breathing while learning and pushing it out like creating. It is in this process that I find myself smiling and I like that feeling. Mirror, mirror on the wall is not just something that holds our reflection looking back at us. It is a dimension into another realm. It asks questions and demands answers. A test. Sometimes I find that when an individual tries to override their ego… the collective ego of humans somehow comes beseeching them… the poor soul. This is a strange thing. I wish we could all just be happy for blossoming people who out feel their controlling egos.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/mirror-mirror-on-the-wall/
Mantis Pledge
“However the psychology of the individual corresponded to the psychology of the nation, and only the transformation of the attitude of the individual could bring about cultural renewal” ~ Jung
Getting older makes time faster. Cars seem to race around the neighborhood faster. Red fire trucks, and alarms ringing, race faster. Around and around as I look at my youth trying to look outwards away, instead! To new things as centripetal force pulls me into the middle. Reflect, reflect and reflect painfully. Sucked into the layers of faces, words and feelings.
Wings extend out in moments of inspiration. Doing art is sharing; is support. I fly. I read that it is not until you show your art that it is complete. A finished piece of art has to be viewed.
No time for the past and youthful dreams. Now the future moves faster and inspiration to share parallels this reality. In my world, in my neighborhood, in my city, state, nation, and earth… the cosmos even!!
I fly with inspiration.
Yet contrary to this is the middle….Slow down perching as wings begin to fold inward. Time to view feelings and think quality of time with each heartbeat.
http://bluescribblings.wordpress.com/2014/11/10/daily-post-no-time-to-waste/
Posted in Nature Politics
Tagged Art, beauty, Daily Prompt, Depth Psychology, Mantis Pledge, nature, Nature politics, postaday, Praying Mantis, the written word, Underground, Women, Writing
Humid and hot is just boring to write about. A summer storm down south in Cabo San Lucas Mexico is a monster here in California. This story needs to be told about what my friend Coyote is doing this year. His story is hounding me to be told and so Coyote blows his ideas in the mist or humid drops on my eyelids.
“Coyote how are you and your children handling this hot weather? Are you going to come down and eat our cats and drink water from our drained sprinkler juice?”
“No we have it good this year!”
“OH?”
“In the Santa Monica Mountains we have found a cave that goes down into the underground earth. We have a fresh running spring there. Sheltered and running clear, but darkly moving among green moss, black rocks and falling into indigo pools for drinking.”
“Sounds beautiful!”
“We stay down here during the day. It is cool. We have amethyst crystals, rubies and green stones growing in some of the caves down in the earth.”
“Rubies that seems a little credulous to take in Coyote. I know you are a trickster!!”
“Just tell my story and let others judge for themselves!”
“Did I hear a bit of a growl in you statement Coyote?”
“There are wild places still, is what I am yawning to you. We go out at night to play under the moon and scratch our backs on tree trunks!”!”
Hopefully Coyote is happy now !!
I am reading this book now! I found out about it through a WordPress site that I visit called Holes To Heavens by Adam Sommer. Adam has a great site to visit and is an astrologer.
Cosmos and Psyche by Richard Tarnas is an amazing book about human consciousness. He takes us on a journey of the humanities and the mind, and patterns of being. Richard Tarnas is a cultural historian and professor of philosophy and depth psychology. The title of his book defines the contents of the chapters. The relationship of us with the cosmos is a fascinating subject to me.
As a Romantic, I recommend this as a must read book, and a book to have available on your favorite bookshelf. It is a delightfully wordy, intense and insightful book that incorporates history, culture and spirituality. I feel I have, so far, grasped the thesis of Richards’s book as:
Above all we must awaken to and overcome the great hidden anthropocentric projection that has virtually defined the modern mind: the pervasive projection of soullessness onto the cosmos by the modern self’s own will to power.( page 41 paragraph two)
Understanding what Richard is telling us is so very important to know. In our modern time of discord, and at times of hopelessness, we can develop a relationship with our inner world, our outer world and the cosmos in a new and creative way. In his book we find some old friends, the foresight of Blake, Jung and Goethe resonate in his book as affirmations of a new and hopeful world.
Synchronicity is like breathing…as above so below!!
Holes To Heavens
http://www.holestoheavens.com/home/
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Tagged Adam Sommer, amazing book, anthropocentric, Art, beauty, Cosmos and Psyche, Depth Psychology, Goddess and Home, nature, poetry, postaday, Richard, Richard Tarnas, spirituality, Subculture, Synchronicity, the written word, Unconscious mind
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