Today my heart is pushing up into my eyes,
straining towards understanding.
straining towards understanding.
I feel like I am floating between connection and disconnection.
Where does this sudden, intense yearningfor meaning well up from?
Hundreds of images dance behind my eyes.
As I reach for them,
they softly disperse into darker corners.
As I reach for them,
they softly disperse into darker corners.
Sometimes I miss being a new age hippie.
Life then was filled with colour and hidden messages.
I truly believed in the ability to speak with animals,
that magic existed and that a teacher would appear.
Life then was filled with colour and hidden messages.
I truly believed in the ability to speak with animals,that magic existed and that a teacher would appear.
Now I know a lot more, yet remember little.
A lack of memorymight allow magic to show me a new face.
One made beautiful by its complexity.
I am thankful for all the wonderful blessings in my life.
Still, I wish for a white owl swoopingdown through a dark blue dusk.
For a door to open, allowing me accessto the many strange landscapes of my unconscious.
For the voice of reason to adopt a gentler,
more humorous tone.
more humorous tone.
For magic to roam free.
I bite into an autumn quince and for a moment it does.
18 comments:
"I truly believed in the ability to speak with animals,
that magic existed and that a teacher would appear."
me too. xo
perhaps your lack of memory will allow you to see that YOU are magic.
Oh, wow. Where do you live? It looks like a mystical place, somewhere that can't be reached by car or boat or plane.
Those pups are sheer magic.
"I feel like I am floating between connection and disconnection."
i really love that line. i feel like that all the time!!! i just hadn't really found a way to voice it.
love the building with the sticks on the roof along the right of the one picture...what's that? a fabulous writing space? you can email me a jknachti@gmail.com to tell me. :-)
happy monday!
/julie
Beautiful, as always.
The first and last photos. Well, all I can do is sigh.
sister, i'm worried for your beautiful angry seething hurting precious country, and for you, watching the madness and wondering why, why, why.
xo
I am wishing for the swooping owl, too....Will he ever come, I wonder.
oh hel, i think we all want that white owl, a sage wise teacher to guide us.
here's the thing--the teacher is in us. in our hearts and soul. we just need to figure out how to let them teach us.
xoxo
you are magic, love.
This reminded me of the best parts of 'The Little Prince.'
We don't make time in our lives for questions so of course we won't find any answers. We don't see so much magic anymore, with so much rushing I think we've become numb to the beauty of life.
"I truly believed in the ability to speak with animals,
that magic existed and that a teacher would appear."
-Why can't we think like this?
I love your writing, always enjoy the questions you throw out into the universe :)
I still believe in magic hel. I never had a swooping owl but I did get a swooping osprey in the fog. It was pure magic and I got the message. Your pictures are magic. Your words are magic.
Once a "New Age" hippie, always a "New Age" hippie, whadda ya talkin' about? (I really don't understand. How does one undo one's self/Self? If you are what you are, then you are what you are. Period.)
I love your machinations, painful as they are to experience. They are human universals. Maybe grace? Fierce grace? Hard yoga? AFGO's (Another Fucking Growth Opportunity)?
Lovely post, as always.
look at that beautiful mandala you created! and the photos! and the reflections! like stepping into pure poetry
~bluepoppy
"a white owl swooping
down through a dark blue dusk."
I loved that line.
its there. that ability.
I think it shows in so many aspects of what you have shown us. I can only imagine your non virtual.
I've never stopped believing in magic or in the language of animals.
And the teacher? Look a little deeper inside of you - I can see her!!
As always, incredible pictures that take me on the journey with you - thank you!
Wow, pretty quince art. Love it.
It would be such a comfort to have some wise teacher take us by the hand, wouldn't it?
Those pups are cuteness personified.
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