Monday, 30 September 2013

Phong in India

"Spend one day in India and you could write a book about it,
spend one week and you could write an essay,
spend one month and you could write a paragraph,
spend one year and you could write a sentence...
spend any more than that and you'll be speechless."

Monday, 23 September 2013

Gratitude for Mystery

What about us, drifting in a tide of changes, unfathomable, mysterious. Be aware that there is mystery beyond your words, beyond explanations on YouTube, viral on Facebook. Be aware of the mystery of where you are at this moment. Be aware that you always have what you need, and be satisfied with that.

Inspired by Lodestone, from The Mara Crossing by Ruth Padel

Saturday, 21 September 2013

A good day's work

This new house has plenty of good light. It has inspired me to get my sewing machine out - a rare occurrence and something I do usually, only under duress.

I took it out yesterday and did a couple of repairs and altered some curtains. Today I up-cycled some lace and made a sexy top, altered a frumpy dress into a top, repaired another dress and started up-cycling a couple of sweatshirts.

T. S. Eliot

"Only those who risk going too far, can possibly find out how far one can go."

Preface to Transit of Venus poems by Harry Crosby (1931)

DOWN THE SIDE OF THE SOFA and other dark places (Bringing your shadow into the light so we can all have a laugh!)

A split keyboard hampering my PROCESS I struggle to get these first words down, a Start in the battle with my shadow who I've called GODWIT. I debated whether old shads should be named Godwitt or maybe Godwyt to make it read like a like a Kindle "freebie", but then the majesty of my life jolted me from my self- importance.  The family of Booted Eagles passed overhead again.  Sat in a hammock in a forest, the Truth of my everydays, this family have been calling and circling overhead for the last week, their instinct finely tuned, as mine was in that moment, to the wheel of the year. The psytrance season almost over, while soon, only echoes will remain, of the tasteless sounds of Pimba music from the sanatario (sanctuary). Soon nature itself will show its feral under belly, and the Hag of Yntall will crawl again from the shadowy earth.

Thursday, 19 September 2013

Stream of Consciousness at Full Harvest Moom

This is where my thinking is heading; so, "I ALWAYS have what I need" at any given moment, any given circumstance. No need to stress, be anxious, fret for something not at hand. Work only on what is to hand at any moment. In this case, my iPad, my sofa, my dog, the full moon light, my smoking bag. So the Internet is really getting boring - at any one time, bored with the endless round of email, Facebook, YouTube, Ravelry ... - Pinterest, Twitter et al. These are all inputs and they bore me. Yet, the iPad is the only tool I have to hand right now.No pen or paper, collage or glue, wool or needles. All I have that I can use, all that is keeping me from my pipe and horizontal on the sofa is the iPad. Even the full moon light is behind me. So I decided, new dog at my side, to capture this moment, just this moment, in my blog. Perhaps it is time for a little output, processing, digesting and reinventing every that I have taken in, have taken in, until now.