And an astronomer said, “Master, What of time?”
And he answered:
“You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to Love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very Love, though boundless encompassed within the center of his being and moving not from Love thought to Love thought, nor from Love deeds to other Love deeds?
And is not time even as Love is, undivided and spaceLess?
But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons. Let each season encircle all the other seasons.
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with Longing.
#salonforastrologicaldiscourse Oct 7 @ 7pm Contact Ida
I’ve been practicing my story for Tellebration 2014 and excited to present it. I’ll be telling more about Dagda and adding a nice bit of harping to the telling. Dagda is the god of the bards and his lineage connects him to the fairy realm of Ireland. He’s a comical figure, visually, but still immensely powerful. His primary tool for the magic he weaves is his harp. Besides composing the sounds of nature, and keeping the seasons in order, he’s also credited with the establishment of the Three Noble Strains, lament, merriment, & lullabye. I have lots of ‘merriment’ & ‘lullabye’ in my repetoire, however I did not have any ‘lament’s or sad songs. I guess that means I don’t qualify as a bard……yet. So, I’ve been searching for sad across the internet and settled in on T. O’Carolan’s, Clergy’s Lamentation.
It takes a lot to learn a new piece so I’ve been carrying this tune around in my head for days. It is a sad tune….. unless I play it fast, and then it’s positively danceable. And so it goes. I did some googling around though and found these 2 articles. You might want to check them out.
Every soul is charged with an evolutionary mission
To realize its inborn divine potential.
Life is a perpetual therapeutic irritation.
It provides a compelling force to drive us
Toward the completion of our mission.
When we deny a painful experience,
It goes underground as a pending debt of unfinished karma.
When you block pain, you may feel temporary relief,
But your karmic account is not closed.
The collection agency will present the lesson
Again and again, in various forms.
Through apparently unrelated events.
Every event that is not faced fully and consciously comes back
As irritation, emotion, resistance or denial.
Habitual ways of reacting and reliving the same event
All lessons will be repeated until they are learned.
The debt of karma is paved in consciousness.
I went to another storytelling event this Sunday and brought my harp. Just in case. This is all quite new to me, especially the part around playing the harp in public. It’s a funny thing, because I’m really not as shy as I am as when I have my harp with me for storytelling. Does that make any sense?
Anyway, I’m getting over it all and really having fun sharing tunes & stories with whomever will politely listen. I don’t need applause. My ego disappeared a saturn cycle ago.
This time I wove together a personal story (which is actually written up here) along with the ancient Celtic myth of Daghda and his magical harp. Ancient people understood the power of music and story and I’m thrilled to explore this journey of the bard with a group of talented storyteller’s.
I haven’t put my story together yet for that event even though I had to describe it on the application. I wrote:
A HOME-GROWN YOGINI Challenging times are when wants, needs, wishes and responsibilities collide. This is a personal tale of struggle, renewal & transformation as experienced using Yoga, Astrology, Feng Shui and the Harp.
Hmmm. It shouldn’t be hard to put that story together at all! But, telling my personal ‘story’, in ‘public’, as ‘entertainment’? Oh well. It’s all good. Om shanti. May all beings be peaceful.
Wow! Sunday was my first-ever storytelling performance with a harp, and the audience was delighted. I recognized some serious applause and I was told later that everyone was talking about me, although, I don’t think it was really me they were talking about….it was really about the harp. Once again I forgot how utterly mesmerizing this instrument is to most people….and me too, of course. For all the worry, anxiety, and practice….the music just flowed exactly the way it was supposed to.
In the first person, I told the story of Chiron’s Birth and why he came to be living in a cave with his harp.
This was the first time, in a long time, that rather than teach or facilitate, I practiced Performance & (intentional) Drama. I was totally unprepared for the sheer joy that I experienced after it was over and thruout the following day. It was wonderful to find a new, creative outlet that brings together so much of what I love to do, and still challenges me in new ways. But four minutes is nothing when your hands are on the strings, you know?
Already, I am planning Chapter 2, and expanding my story to maybe 10-15 minutes? Who knows? For now, Storytelling is a new hobby/activity for me and I am so excited to see where it takes me.