fluff-o-rama aaaggh tissues in wash… again, in fact when is there not a tissue in the wash?? around and aROund and Around, they leap out from some secret lair! …once again i shall roam the winter streets as a be-speckled white plump bum fluff monster. a brr beguile alluring look
gak! such a dishwater bilge light! morning has summoned up all its gloom and flung it gainst the window pane. Raindrops. speckled admirably, a free form game of join the dots, the sly admonition ‘go on, make what you want’
some drops, swell, then slow fall, an ungainly tumble down, a slug trail of slurp momentum, the monster guzzles all beneath its path!!!
world feels happy, as tho with the sound of a distant joyfull strum
new moon, first of this year, fresh energy, which coaxes us to the skip tip toe
…soon .. soon… tehered to bed. words just to tarry a few moments longer. rummage burrow. submarine. warmth neath duvet
my friend nathan (who doesn’t do facebook) is giving some talks about his book in brighton… i can’t make it, but go along should be interesting!
We Are Awakening… to who we are! (A talk in Brighton, offered by Nathan)
WHO ARE YOU?!
We Are Awakening is a talk about who we are, what we’re doing here, and what this life is really all about.
Of course, it’s up to each one of us to find out for ourselves. Thankfully, there are pointers along the way.
REALLY Knowing who we are is REAL empowerment.
It’s a Cosmic Story unfolding, and it’s all about Awareness.
(Sat 12th January 2013 1-3pm and/or Sat 26th January 2013 1-3pm at Friends Meeting House, Ship St. By donation).
.. and the mystical poetry evening he runs: www.mystical-poetry.blogspot.com
The wind was against them now, and Piglets ears streamed behind him like banners as he fought his way along, and it seemed hours before he got them into the shelter of the Hundred acre Wood and they stood up straight again, to listen, a little nervously to the roaring of the gale among the tree-tops.
“Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?”
“Supposing it didn’t,” said Pooh after careful thought.
i don’t usually post potted quotes, not that i don’t appreciate them, just pride that says i should try and express things for myself, but read this one earler, beautifully observed and the feeling/thought seems apt for me this moprning, anyway everyone loves winnie the pooh!
strange typing the words down, a little like reading aloud (which i just did, one of the most marvelous things on earth!), but very very different too x
yeouchhh aaagghh, fiddlesticks, dratt and double dratt, nay quadruple darnation!
blumming ‘eck dropped the hoover on my toe, enough to make it bleed,
i consider it a facebook related injury, as somewhat uncharitably, at the time i was thinking what twaddle and tripe people post on facebook (thats you ‘orrible lot!)
its always important to know precisely who to blame.. the teletubbies… ha. that’ll teach me …soothe oh mind of ego, spirit of judgement, enegy of anger
on a slightly more upbeat note drinking yerba mate tea. wow got quite a zing! a turbo power lunchtime walk… will have to get one of those gourd things gosh. look einstein with one! e=mc2 and other inspired gobbledygook
twaddle and tripe on here… hmmm i may be responsible for a bit of that myself
just the smoothie (here posed for pseudo artistic purposes!) i have no intention to quaff the Rose petal deodrant… nor nibble on buddhas noggin for that matter
its banana pear spinach lettuce and kiwi fruit! oh and pumpkin seeds, tastes remarkably good (i have no specific taste).. thinking calling it sludge? or primordial ooze? ingredients selected purely on the basis of thats what was under my nose… 2013 off to a flying start!
apple tree wassailing, this saturday (5th jan) 6pm stanmer park, at the orchard, kinda beyond the church, mummers and permaculture etc reinvented thing… was fun last year, stumbling about in the dark bashing pots and pans, a cacophany to wake the tree spirits, climbing an apple tree beneath the full moon (almost no moon this year tho!), bonfire, cider libations….
Old Apple tree, old apple tree;
We’ve come to wassail thee;
To bear and to bow apples enow;
Hats full, caps full, three bushel bags full;
Barn floors full and a little heap under the stairs
pic off internet by paul bommer, oh and apparently the middle farm ceilidh wassail isn’t on this year! shame
kids ‘busy’ on computers… but i like making a mess with tinsel sparkle stuff!
finally roused my daughter for a game of penny up the stairs, a fine gambling game, managed to claw back some of her christmas money, but be warned, youngsters get darn good at it disturbingly quickly.. son off to a party now, but did play bop it… spin it, twist it, twist it… BOP IT!!!… must remember to breathe when i funky dance and play… phew
aw forgot to wish everyone on facebook a happy new year, so i’ll do it here, he he, in a quickly swept away comment, bless you all my fellow galloots and vagabonds, thanks for the humour, wisdom and above all patience… wish you all (and myself) happiness, the gift of gentleness, kindness, that it flows gorgeously and that we feel, sometimes at least, the radiant beauty of our amazing world!!! happy new year xxx
the king of cups, seaweed straggled grey beard, seated on a barnacle encrusted throne …of mother of pearl and crab shell (nacreous,opalescent!) a stern figure, the depths of sea grey eyes, yet with warmth, humour midst the wrinkles… was thinking about him on my jog, you gotta think about something! (maybe not!) and hard not to be aware of the brooding power of the sea up on the cliff tops
came back and my tarot book says ‘Responsibility before Self Expression’… ha! seldom the message we want to hear, i guess he is the most compromised of the kings, the tethering of dreams, creative potential, of imagination, of poetry, of love.. to the mundane world of temporal authority… king canute, depending on how you feel, is either a fool who believed he could turn back the waves, else a teacher of subtle wisdom… but beneath, beyond it all, the beautiful, wild, furious surge of the waves
pic, tho not much how i see him, is from lisa hunt – animals divine tarot,’Responsibility before Self Expression’, time to get on with preparing veggie lasagne
Richard and yeats.. always yeats…
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
Sunday at 12:50 · Edited · Like
Mole that’s you after you take off your orange xmas jersey?
Richard but mz mole i never take off my christmas jumper x …nah yer right, rumbled, still brushing the barnacles out o’ me beard… i’ve been mistooken for a manatee … more than once! xx