“Longing, we say, because desire is full
of endless distances.”

25 August 2008



painted, restrung two fall necklaces, turquoise and glass, amber and jet. blessed be.



Day Eight: Make Space.
"Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person." After night of electric tympani sky thunderbolt sketching the old maples tween us and lady neighbor day came bright and early went back to dream of smart car ex-husband and this bag i was carrying full of beautiful things so many things i couldnt get them all back in after they had spilled over. a chinese restaurant where i gave my name as brigit and forgot to come back for the scallion pancakes because there was a test i had to take and i walked through the snow to the smart car with an old dog named lucky. took dog for morning walk before the rain came like a wool blanket over the blue sky. walked to town (post office/general store at a blinking light between larger towns...did i mention how lovely it is to realize one lives in a hamlet?)with #4 and other dog he explained why i am a hippie and why princess leia is too. got tomato viscosity on my deepak book and will now make the 15 list, paint a base coat on the canvas and restring the turquoise necklace to include the tempest tossed blown glass bead in honor of fall. discovered glorious corn smut enormous tumorous thing in the cornrow and the first thing i thought was 'salem.'
"And if the question were asked: What is more real, the mundane or the sublime? most would hesitate before they gave an answer. On the one side, details: say, the aftermath of a breakfast, dirty chipped plates in the sink, their rims encrusted with egg yolk. Against this, the unnameable: small aching heart with boasts, what can you know? Outside the cage of everything we ever heard or saw, beyond, outside, above, there lies the real, hiding as long as we shall live, there stretch and trail the millions of names of God burning across the eons. When all through this our end will come before we even know the names of us.

For many the egg yolk prevails." -L.M.

"Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well." -V.V.G.

"The perfection of the Absolute where all Becoming stops and pure Being, immutable, timeless, unchanging, hangs forever like a ripe peach upon the bough." -E.A.

"...and the whole incident was incredibly frazzling and angst-rod and filled almost a whole mead notebook and is here recounted in only its barest psycho-skeletal outline." -D.F.W.

"At the top of the mountain, we are all snow leopards." -H.S.T.

"Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live." -D.T.
"Cometh a voice: My children, hear; From the crowded street and the close-packed mart I call you back with my message clear, back to my lap and my loving heart. Long have ye left me, journeying on by range and river and grassy plain, to the teeming towns where the rest have gone - come back, come back to my arms again. So shall ye lose the foolish needs that gnaw your souls; and my touch shall serve to heal the fretted nerve. Treading the turf that ye once loved well, instead of the stones of the city's street, ye shall hear nor din nor drunken yell, but the wind that croons in the ripening wheat. I that am old have seen long since ruin of palaces made with hands for the soldier-king and the priest and prince whose cities crumble in desert sands. But still the furrow in many a clime yields softly under the ploughman's feet; still there is seeding and harvest time, and the wind still croons in the ripening wheat. The works of man are but little worth; for a time they stand, for a space endure; but turn once more to your mother - Earth, my gifts are gracious, my works are sure. Instead of the strife and pain I give you peace, with its blessing sweet. Come back, come back to my arms again, for the wind still croons in the ripening wheat."
-John Sandes, The Earth-Mother (excerpt, 1918)