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A couple of funny things my kids said today....
"Mommy you smell like caterpillars"
When we drove past a bank where a policeman had pulled someone over "Look mommy the policeman caught that bank robber!"
They are sooo funny
My soul curled luminous,
absorbed beneath the dusty ocean sun,
As it drank delifiously at the edge of the world.
Her sweet sobs would lift the dark frayed shadows drifting
hideously in my veins
weeping and laughing.
Squatting as if drunk,
Dreaming
of
her soul,
an angel washing me clean.
I feel her hurricane hair on my face.
Breathing (rising and falling)
as the dawn before me.
What is this horror?
Where is the terror that no longer casts me
into the bottomless night
of wrecks and the black and blue stains of bitter wine.
She bathes me in poems
of whispered enchantment and
mystic rhythms.
Cast like a stone across the dolphin waves,
splitting the surface, coagulating.
Drink up O' yellow sun!
Draw me inside of you,
stretch your tongue across the swells.
The golden skies breathing
like a million wings against my skin.
Yes drink away and give me eternal peace.
-Giovanni Presenza
Let me drift here in the open green waters, eternally awake.
This is a story from Michael DeMeng's "Secrets of Rusty Things" that I love....
"This is an Inuit tale that begins with a tragic act of violence. A man struggled to drag his daughter to the edge of a cliff and threw her into the sea. The young woman screamed as she plummeted into the water; then with a splash...silence, as she sank into a strange underwater realm. The ocean is not kind to the flesh of humans. Sea creatures fed on her skin, fish plucked out her eyes, eventually she was nothing but a skeleton cradled in a bed of barnacles. For one hundred years , she rocked back and forth on the ocean floor. Her bones covered in crustaceans, and strange sea creatures lived in the sockets that once housed her eyes. The girl's beautiful, long black hair had long disappeared and in its place grew strands of seaweed, that flowed with the ocean tide.
Fishermen steered their boats away from this haunted inlet in response to the tales of the grotesque skeleton woman who wandered the waters, and who surely brough men to their doom. But one day, a young fisherman drifted into the haunted bay. He was hungry- so hungry he figured that thee would be excellent fishing in an area that no one chose to troll.
The young man's lone boat drifted through the cold water of the deserted bay. He felt a strange chill down his spine when suddently his hook snagged something. Something big. He started to pull up what he thought to be the catch of a lifetime. He pulled and pulled. Far below, his hook had snagged a rib of the skeleton woman. She resisted but the more she fought, the more tangled her body became.
The fisherman kept pulling. He looked into the water to catch a glimpse of his prize fish but all he could see was a bit of seaweed and the glow of something white. Finally after a mighty pull, the tangled skeleton woman latched on to the side of the boat. Shocked and frightened, the man grabbed an oar and pushed the boney womoan back into the sea. The fisherman started rowing like a maniac to get back to shore not realizing that just below the water's surface the skeleton woman was trailing behind him. The faster he rowed, the faster the bones followed him.
Exhausted upon reaching the shore, the fisherman grabbed a pole and started to run over the icy terrain. A strange rattling sound seemed to follow him. He turned to look behind him, and to his dread, he saw the skeleton woman, her bones clicking and clacking as she scurried after him. The fisherman was so filled with terror he didn't realize she was still tangled in his fishing line. He needed only to drop the pole and her pursuit would desist.
At last, he reached his home and rushed inside. he remained still , listening for the dreadful rattling....nothing. Only the sound of his heart pounding which he feared would give him away. Finally feeling at ease. He lit a fire. Once lit, he waas startled by the sight of a jumbled pile of bones heaped in the corner. His fear was oddly replaced by a tremendous feeling of compassion for this poor creature. He untangled the skeleton woman's bones from the fishing line and respectfully laid her body out and covered her in warm furs. Exhausted from the day's events, the fisherman fell fast asleep.
Through the night, the fire warmed the skeleton woman's bones; it had seemed an eternity since she had last felt the warmth of a fire. She watched as the man slept. His eyes began to move under his lids. He was dreaming. She hoped it was a good dream even though he bonked her on the head with a paddle...ultimately, she had to admit, he had treated her quite kindly.
She started to drift off to sleep when she noticed a low drumming sound. Ba bum, ba bum. It was the fisherman's heart. She was enchanted by the sound. Slowly she crawled across the floor towards his side. When she was next to him, she reached into his chest and touched his heart. As she did, her seaweed mane was replaced by the beautiful black hair she once had, her lovely brown eyes returned to her sockets. She had returned to the beautiful woman she was before her father threw her into the sea.
She crawled beneath the furs and embraced him. Their two souls were joined for eternity...."
Such a beautiful story about transformation....and shift of realities...
There is an amazing book for sale on Ebay - A book of Arthur Rackham's art from 1939. His artwork is amazing....
Speaking of amazing...I have just spent the most amazing weekend with the most amazing man....The Gods lay at his feet and that is no lie!
"Tim" is Swahili for "Hot Damn!"
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream" - E.A. Poe
Every thought in consciousness has been born into form,
a temporary form and then it dies and goes onto another
form. You could say the whole world is consciousness
having taken birth as form, manifesting as form temporarily,
and then dying which means dissolving as form. What always
remains is the "essence" of all that exists - consciousness
itself.
~Eckhart Tolle
I stumbled across Emily Balivet's art on Ebay a couple of years ago.....I purchased a painting of an angel she did and I get so many compliments on it from people visiting my home. I love the pre-raphaelite quality of her paintings...Her artwork reminds me a great deal of J. W. Waterhouse. She sells her artwork on Etsy and her website. Check it out:
Oh my God...I had the most amazing dream about Johnny Depp last night....sigh! It was so passionate and so....well...anyhow...
Anyhow, I finally have a scanner ...the diamond glaze brush strokes are not that prominent as the scanner made them look... I am still experimenting with this scanner and hopefully I will be adding more art as soon as I figure this out a bit better..
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