I came across this old post and thought you should re-read it now that the Cardinal Cross is here.
Waking up to ice on my windshield on April 15 is a stunning reminder that things are indeed changing.
…more later
Category: <span>My photos</span>
Can you see the nest? It’s brand new! The Feng Shui of it, is simply marvelous. I am grateful.
Live! From the dead! Asbury Park lives on!
Here’re a few early morning photo’s taken from my favorite beach spot before they closed it down to the ‘locals’……. wow, it’s a transformational moment for sure. (click on the photo’s for a larger vies) I’ll try to add some more as the weekend unfolds. It’s interesting that it’s all happening under a retrograde Venus and a Solar Eclipse.
I am in need of music that would flow, over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, with melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head. And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool heart, that sinks through fading colors deep to the subaqueous stillness of the sea, and floats forever in a moon-green pool, held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
Neptune approaches Pisces. Ommmmmmmmmm.
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments,
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas,
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.
There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
—–Mary Oliver
I returned home from the 2009 Harper’s Escape on Sunday. The tunes are still running thru my head, awake and asleep. I am filled with joy and gladness that so much joy and gladness can be shared with harps. Yes?
40 of us gathered strong under gloomy, doomy October skies to learn a few tunes, in community with each other. Angels as well as devils showed up. Spiritual energy/vibration allowed it to be all okay, just as it is.
Om shanti. Peace to all.
On Sunday, we performed as a sort of harp orchestra at the local public library. We were quite the hit; a waiting line stood patiently outside the room for the entire performance hoping for a seat to open up.
I was relatively pleased and content with my own ‘performance’, noticing with every breath how the inner critic is still alive and well!
But, once again I was amazed and awed by the sheer diversity of our group. The harp is what brought us together and held us in-common. Regardless of color, creed, culture, or zodiac sign, we worked together for an entire weekend to create a concert for the public. Peace is always possible.
Astrologically speaking it was a weekend of Neptune/Chiron/Jupiter & Moon energies. Sweet, serious, and silly all together with lots of food, drink, and water…….it rained a lot. The balsamic phase of the moon was occuring in Late degrees of Libra. Read more about balsamic, it’s very important to understand our human need for deep rest.
Gotta go practice……I’m haunted by the Harris Dance.
(I’m using a very wide orb here)…..
if so, then Saturn is coming up to conjunct your natal Pluto.
Heavy.
Dense.
Solid,
and sometimes Immovable.
Patience is key.
A good time to establish a yoga practice to re-generate your stress and turn it into skillful action and right thinking.
Easily said.
Difficult to practice.
Find a spiritual teacher.
Commit.
Breathe.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Pulitzer Prize for poetry
I found this poem on Sudhir’s website! It was a joy to find him here on the WordPress blog-o-sphere.
I’ll be seeing you at The Energy Intensive, soon.
I remember reading a lot of David’s poetry during the time I was working in the Real Estate industry.
It got me through some stressful times. As did your yoga/meditation classes at Kripalu.
I hope it’s okay with you that I’ve linked to you here. Let me know otherwise, please. Jai Bhagwan.
So, for those in my classes who have requested a copy of the poem.
Om Shanti.
When your eyes are tired the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own.
There you can be sure you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb tonight.
The night will give you a horizon further than you can see.
You must learn one thing: The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn, anything or anyone that does not bring you alive, is too small for you.
The Balsamic Phase of the Moon will end on Monday’s Solar Eclipse. Use this time wisely.