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Leaves In The Wind

“The Greek poet Orpheus carried Willow branches as a symbol of the inspiration this sound gave.”

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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 !!


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Venus

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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.
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Venus on seashell, from the Casa di Venus, Pompeii. Before AD 79.

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Disk

The sun a disk of light. The flowers of purple nectar. My mind reflects. I am here. Yet, I am also with the women marching today…
Today was the Women’s March
Many cities and even in Washington DC
They are Marching …

I felt connected to it all-
Yet, today we cleaned the gutters,
As husband was on the roof
With a long powerful hose,
I waited to clean
the dark
Mud, leaves and earthy smelling mire-slush.

As I waited,
I looked into the pool
Clean and blue
I saw the sun
A round perfect sun.
Bright and surrounded
By clouds
as many cauliflowers
And I thought…

“How lovely and bright the sun is, will it hurt my eyes to stare so long?”

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I kept looking into the pool
Watching the sun.
A reflection in a clean pool.
A crow flew between us,
The whole reflection and my single view of the sun.

Droplets from the power hose
Rippled in the pool water
I looked away…
A hummingbird stopped in front of me,
Long enough to see a red beating breast.
Then was gone.

I gazed at the sun
The grey clouds
The ripples in the clean pool.

I also thought upon the women’s march…

Earlier, I was in front of my home
I studied the falling rosemary
Exploding with fresh, delicate purple flowers.
The rain also brought the many marching honey bees.

The sun a disk of light. The flowers of purple nectar. My mind reflects. I am here. Yet, I am also with the women marching today…
Today was the Women’s March
Many cities and even in Washington DC
They Marched…

Jan./ 22/17 HF

Friendly Echoes

“Eventually, Echo, too, began to waste away. Her beauty faded, her skin shriveled, and her bones turned to stone. Today, all that remains of Echo is the sound of her voice.[12] “

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Hudley Clown party ’83

The echo of music is all that is left of the experience we shared. Just like Echo, we begin to waste away. Knowing the melting of my brain towards this reality, is something we all face. Is there comfort in the echo of music?

Yes there is!

It can be like an old friend that does not age. It is like an eternal echo from the past that is consistent with the present and beyond.

Lyrics echo this and books echo that.

Memories are echoes in my mind. I can go over the memories again and again.

I miss so many scenes and groups of people who have gone. I still hear the sounds of their voices but they are not there. People, places and things that hold on with an echo.

That eternal echo of music, clubs and beer.

Screaming, dancing and holding friends near!

Dear long friendly echoes.

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Scorching Propaganda

Laws control the lesser man… Right conduct controls the greater one.

~ Mark Twain

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As I research this Bannon character, who is about to take over the White House, or become the new Chief of Staff, I see a man with honorable and dishonorable credentials! He is playing the country against itself. All the nasty shadowy things come forth as hate, power and helplessness. He plays democrats and republicans against the other. We are being scorched to some unknown place ahead of us.

I have been invited to create a postcard and send it, in opposition of Bannon. Yet, by reading about him I have learned so much more about politics. I can not say his goals are strangely honorable or dishonorable. He seems like a Hanibal Lecter sort of motivated politician? He seems to want to tear down the system as it is. What value or danger is awaiting “we the people” is not clear to me. He has scorched us.

I will send my postcard. Yet, the contradictory ways of Bannon are strange. But are they? He uses technology and knowledge to manipulate us. His propaganda is meant to awaken a response in us. Edward Bernays knew this by way of Freudian psychology. Not a new game in politics, corporations or religion.

My postcard will also state an open question to him.

“What is your goal for “we the people?” Are we to be scorched only? You have scorched those in power now!  Are you just a Dr. Jekyll -Mr. Hyde evil genius like the newspapers say?”

“You fear the world too much,’ she answered gently. ‘All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off, one by one, until the master passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?”
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

Postcard Avalanche to Denounce Bannon

https://www.facebook.com/events/235432800204102/

This Man Is the Most Dangerous Political Operative in America

https://www.bloomberg.com/politics/graphics/2015-steve-bannon/

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I will vigorously oppose…

 

Red Rose

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Over thirty years ago
Finding a red rose
stained glass
five petals.

At a common thrift store
then, upon my wall
after,  a gift to mother
upon her wall.

Now upon my wall, again
a symbol
now I know
it means good magic
supporting me
all along…

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“Midsummer night upon the sword,
Knights and squires are standing guard,
In the grove knightly dance they tread
With torches and garlands of roses red”

~ Johannes Steenstrup, CHR The Medieval Popular Ballad, 1968

Endure …

Understanding life as one gets older is harmonious

things lost and insights gained

winds blow in the memories

time travel is easy…

child like fantasies still inspire

and adult responsibilities endure.

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Turiya

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Satan Exulting Over Eve by William Blake @ 1795

Taurus Decan 3 ~ 29 April to May 8

“Learning from ones mistakes” and the “uncomfortable truth” just about sums up Mercury Rx here. Those aspected by this will find they are constantly faced with intellectual opposition and therefore will have to develop witty deflective responses and a thick skin to criticism at this time. However this enables much wisdom to be gathered because every theory will be put through the wringer in debates. Ideas will have to be validated the scientific way, so generally the mass media will not get away with misleading reporting or unsubstantiated statements.

Above quote taken from http://darkstarastrology.com/mercury-retrograde/

“To develop witty deflective responses and a thick skin to criticism at this time.”

Husband has some vacation time. He spent all day researching all the places we could go. Las Vegas, Sacramento, Death Valley or maybe Yosemite Park.

“I just don’t know,” I said.

This morning I told him that there is no where you can take me that will make me happier than I am right here. My trees in the garden or the lavender near the miniature lemon tree. Also the things I seek these days are internal joys. Noting compares with the challenges of my mind. Maybe a rough something like kayaking or a path into the mountains near by.  Yet still I am happy here, right here. I have so much to amuse me. Chores and responsibilities are my contract and contrast to a willing imagination.

Now that Mercury Rx is happening I feel an interesting shadow coming forth. Husband can run, play chess and maybe we can share a pint or see a band together? It is best to enjoy our time together here.

Oldest son turned me on to this number below.

 

 

Much Ado…

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“Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.”
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

on my mind

Oft’ my WordPress shelf

on this green day before the spring equinox

I pull a picture down.

A rendering I captured of Dad

Glad I did…

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His birthday was on the 2nd of December

his Death March 17th…

three years now gone?

Once a day of dancing and drinking

has taken a different tone.

Even through grief

…faded with time…

He is still on my mind today.

I imagine him dancing

with denizens on the Pleiades

happy and content.

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Dad before death

 

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