tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22552720598365494212024-03-19T04:42:00.983-04:00luminous yolki believe fire opal red coral rising water rising rising moon this is where it is when i am thisz.briedishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12022471109928832851noreply@blogger.comBlogger874125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255272059836549421.post-27637938783404342882013-10-26T18:29:00.002-04:002013-10-26T18:35:02.002-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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Earth, a Herkimer Diamond, internal prismatic imperfections tuning the frequency of bonds built beneath the weight of Time, Fey flashing iridescent reflective emanating planes and obelisk promontories. </div>
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Air, a pheasant feather the colors of the path in Autumn beneath the trees, fluent, magnificent symbol of ardor and increase.</div>
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Fire, a white, wicked column of wax, consecrated for Vigil and Wishing and Vision.</div>
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Water. a Woman wrought from Earth, iron in the Blood, forged by Fire, Spirit shining, inspired by Air, Mind as encircling as the atmosphere, and her Soul the Holy Cup of Wonder, communion Grail, Source of all Love, perfect and pure. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Moonrise swings North between the great arms of the Old Cherry Tree from its Summerbed beyond the break in the hedgegrow. now that the season allows for a view of the southwestward rolling hills, i have taken to sitting and watching the light sink and the dark rise from a white plastic rocking chair in the middle of nothing in particular. there is no Other to keep a seat for, so i may settle unceremonious and strange without Second Thinking. on clear, quiet nights i go out and implore the wheeling stars with my mind empty and my heart full. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">there will be Dancing, returning to your body, electron cloud chronicle of incarnate life, compelled to spin and beat and Breathe more deeply, brief reprieve. there will be Curiosity, voracious vigil candle pilot light shining off the silver spurs that urge you forward across talus passes and wide, unfamiliar creeks, the wind roaring in the trees, Everything at once from Everywhere. there will be Friction, holy blood transubstantiated, Seelie Cup of Wonder, its glitter and fizz infusing your fingers and soaking the tip of your nose, spilling out and seeking Portals. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> cold begins to weave through the windows in the evening, and i wake to a high-country killing frost, bright against acres of deep grass in a morning that comes on now so slow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">the winter coat emerges, instantly comforting and familiar. i inventory the pocket contents: a large, dark stone with what appears to be an H etched into it, two buttons, one depicting an anchor, a pod of clear resin encasing the word Blessings, a wee flake of hay from last-years town-over christmas creche, a white quartz worry stone ive carried with me almost twenty years now, a lighter with the word LIGHTER written in punch tape along the side, a stone i found at the edge of the Ocean, an acorn, and seventy-two cents in change. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">i drank a bottle of champagne with a shrewd and beautiful woman at my favorite brasserie. vanilla savon and a dark, polished rose. fell through the giggling wormhole of long-dead love fleetingly resuscitated, familiar and pontificate,its exhumed skeleton amid the sirens and against the streetlight, dancing up through inside jokes and shibboleths, marveling all the while at the tenacity of such invisible filaments. found the good woodstove going at Sister Mothers house, and a perfect, tiny basket containing an inexhaustible amount of love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">bare branches and dead, pendant leaves hone the edge of the wind, molecularly compact density of air, that cold creekwater feeling foretelling, with its signature scent, the soon-approaching snow. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">the Dark tenders its tithe from Day and comes to collect more quickly as axial gears dance our northern antipode oblique to the elliptical, casting runeshadows on the shaggy rolling green over which cry the Crows and the other day a skyful of sound like the Earth cracked open releasing the sum total Cri de Coeur since Time began. the Wild Geese follow the Great Magnet south toward renewed warmth and plenty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">theres a scarf to knit and a leaf to catch, and music. i try to fill my quota for sleep and tea and laughter, for noticing the rose pink crushed velvet chaise on fire sunrise and the steady presence of the stars. in my dream there were horses coming up from summer pastures, and the White Horse with the Red Forelock, whos name the Old Man asked me.</span></div>
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the kind of quiet that comes after some great struggle sets in</div>
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i go about my business and read and knit and sit in front of a flick now and then</div>
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gentle with yourself, just sit there, a few sweet seeds in an open, outstretched hand,</div>
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the nights are still full of chirps and whirring</div>
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i listened to a troika of some unfamiliar insect triangulated in the trees</div>
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each speaking in perfect turn of their Being</div>
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the stars are bright and of such a density it is as if they spilled</div>
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the thick river of The Holy Road and the rest in augured constellations</div>
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Orion rises now at dawn, and will appear<br />
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ladies in the waiting room<br />
clucking out farm tales in hushed tones <br />
grandfathers chased around the barn by freshly beheaded turkeys<br />
hypoallergenic alpaca wool<br />
the many virtues of barn cats and the problem of grandchildren<br />
becoming attached to beef cattle<br />
its this, and the old men in greasy plastic gimme caps set high on sun-leathered heads<br />
holding court at the feed store counter with their coffee and packets of crackers<br />
discussing with the self assurance of men who have worked in slow, patient unison<br />
with the very Earth herself for their somehow suddenly failing entireties<br />
the price of corn, the quality of hay, the auction<br />
the antics of grandchildren<br />
the damnable exploits of livestock<br />
its this, and the mist in the lowlands in the morning, the rolling luxury of true Earth<br />
where every moment something is different and beautiful<br />
a bird, a flower, a quality of light<br />
everything a story of something it took a million years to make</div>
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that called me here</div>
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and keeps me, as close to Home as im likely to be.</div>
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Autumn comes to Middle Earth.</div>
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the pack and i follow our noses down new paths</div>
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the afternoon sun is strong, but dew beads a spiders web</div>
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slung across the low green grass of the path and i know</div>
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if i try to capture its jewelry with my camera</div>
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the dogs will sense my focus and trample the miraculous installation</div>
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in that wild abandon of impulse and curiosity</div>
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they seem to exhibit most in these threshold seasons</div>
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so i stand close while they snuffle the edge of the wood and whine at my dawdling</div>
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while i marvel at having intersected with such a</div>
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fleeting, fragile manifestation of the magick inherent</div>
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in the natural world.</div>
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red Rosehips, purple Asters, Fir babies and Oaklings</div>
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all the glorious flora in a</div>
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chromatically harmonious, loosely knitted mass</div>
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singing Hosannas to the newborn Fall,</div>
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shining in sun and glowing in shadow. </div>
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i have felt bereft of late, and knew the only cure was to realign</div>
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remember myself as a welcome member of the woods and hills</div>
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my face kissed by the low, strong Sun, the Wind running its fingers through my hair</div>
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the energy of the Earth rising up through my bootsoles</div>
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my blood full of oxygen and wonder</div>
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the pure joy of the Dogs, the flash and cry of a Jay</div>
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the smell of pinesap and crushed Juniper,</div>
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the Land and the Lake and the Sky </div>
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and as an omen find a scrap of Coyote fur, to assure me.</div>
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i am so renewed even the Asters in their profusion are miraculous.</div>
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Dogwood with their ghostberries and red coral bronchioles</div>
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Virginia Creeper a sudden, marvelous scarlet against the yet unyielding green of Buckthorn and Foxgrape</div>
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the Sky above just an illusion of blue, that dims and fades after</div>
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dinner into apricot and lavender and the imperceptible procession of </div>
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the Stars</div>
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from which ive come to bear witness. </div>
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Autumn.</div>
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threshold season, receding</div>
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i gave him away and the world received him gladly</div>
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hawk reunited with the sky</div>
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and to me my familiar internal obscurities returned</div>
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paths edged in ivy and briar</div>
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lit only by what <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Garamond;">L</span></span>ights inside me</div>
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the sight of a Turkey Buzzard brings me hope</div>
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the sound of the Crows gives me strength</div>
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and all the little birds that ease the ache just by their Being </div>
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last night i begged for dreams and got deep, blind rest instead</div>
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did the Dump Wizard slip a tiny Wild Card into my change?</div>
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some good advice i gave that i could really use myself, written here to remind me:</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: black;">When we
maintain a Vision it creates a space in the Field over time in that
shape. The more detailed the Vision, the more finely etched the shape
whose outline resonates with an amplified frequency. From the Chaos,
from which springs the Ten Thousand Things, rises the External
Manifestation of an intentional shift in Internal Reality, into a space
made and waiting for it.</span></span></span></div>
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and here the unframed days are gathered up, or swept away</div>
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its been a subtle summer, no great cataclysms or awakenings</div>
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just the spread of sunlight and the spill of stars</div>
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peaches and meteors and watching the cornfields grow </div>
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from rows of wee green chevroned blades</div>
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to a phalanx of sweetgrained legionnaires</div>
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their braided pollen tassels broadcasting news of</div>
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assurance for the future</div>
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into suggestive umbilical silks</div>
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and the pinstripe hayfields pushing up plush</div>
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through which the wind would play in invisible waves</div>
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and now, cut, and dried, </div>
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are spiral-bound, reconvened </div>
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to keep hide and Spirit entwined through another less generous season</div>
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danced and swam and held a hummingbird in my hand</div>
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chased a rogue rhode island hen down the low stone wall</div>
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beheld the triple conjunction of Jupiter, Venus and Mercury</div>
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nurtured my own Triumvirate, terrestrial, no less a wonder</div>
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there were no tomato sandwiches this year</div>
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there was no ocean</div>
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the Path</div>
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practicing Honesty and Authenticity like learning to ride a bike</div>
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he said the tools we use are training wheels</div>
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a long bar for the highwire until we understand we cannot fall</div>
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a bright hot day turns to overcast afternoon glare</div>
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we pass Time on our way up the winding stair</div>
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toward the covet bed with linens soft as birth</div>
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where flesh is rendered into a watercolor with pigments of fire and earth</div>
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sparrows hush in the apricot tree as the immortal rain falls down </div>
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concupiscent is an adjective, cupidity a noun</div>
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my body aches, but my mind has been as blank and untroubled as the naked page</div>
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quincunx colonnade reams i feed, leaf by leaf </div>
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into the roaring forge</div>
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into the insistent hungry feral foundry of my heart</div>
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all that armor now just so much scrap</div>
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a dull reflecting pool, dregs in the crucible.</div>
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how excellent and strange to feel light and air on those long imprisoned vulnerabilities</div>
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to harden them off like seedlings in springtime </div>
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to unroot with renewed vigilance the invasive, stealthy, rampant weeds</div>
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to feel the weight of fruit as it falls with perfect suchness into your hands</div>
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to honor the dark refuge of winter, to rest between incarnations</div>
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there is no cure for curiosity, its said, and no price i would ever accept for my wonder</div>
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God's Gift</div>
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Beyond, where the Wild Strawberries
grow shy in their profusion, ephemeral treasures, and the garnet
flesh of Cherries with their little stone hearts along the low
wall where the Rabbits live.</div>
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Foxfire led Him through the Swamp and
Thicket and its been a great comfort to have a Fellow Traveller for
this little while; i Feign to see him to the World redeemed.
Apprehension and Restlessness, the rain and shine, everything in
crisis, in flux, the water running close to the ground, springing up
to Bless the sudden Space between us. </div>
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How Strange the threads rise
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Something Rising that demands release, something Greater than myself,
Light pushing hard and fast against the cracks. </div>
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We learn then that the Light is within
us. With great black wings, Raven beats against our bodies, the cage
of our bones, until we surrender to the Truth of the Light, and we
are reclaimed, welcomed, into the Field. </div>
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On The Bus: Spring Comes to Point Leap</div>
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The season when the rain makes the
road a silver ribbon, and the water flooding the culverts reflects
the burdened sky and you think youre seeing snow. Dusk stretches
ductile into the dark of Night, the Breath of the World has given up
its honed density for a sensual invitation to Space, and Rising.
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The wee shrubs begin to bud; tight,
sweet scales of Spring fish flexing into the birds of Summer, slowly
unfolding in the new heat that invokes the blood in everything to
rise. Amid the Hickories I pick my way, hooves trodding last years
leaves and empty shells. Standing on the fallen catwalk the wind
finds me everywhere, and amid this magnificent Presence of the hills
beyond and the sky above and the lake below, and the good, sweet air
all around, I sense beneath my breastbone, the nest of my belly, some
great and silent Conjunction. </div>
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Metal chest hidden under torn pages of
bark, cache of the Cartesian Wandering. Left creekbed china potshard
for handpoured lead that had its irresistible force met with some
immovable object. Left a little of my light behind between the
trees, a signal flare to anyone out there beyond the pale that might
still remember me. They say this stream runs for miles underground;
drop that Porkpie down and find it four counties over. But for now
theres the Hawk, the Cairn Grotto, and the sweet-talking Peepers who
reserve their Hosannas for the space of three paces, happy, however,
to sing witness to this Idyll as it is their own.</div>
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fly the flag of no Nation that would confine itself to a line in the
sand of a war, scratched by a man on a map. Ungovernable. The trees
bud and the creek rushes. </span></span></span></div>
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Eve of May and the sky
is deep electric blue. Someone kindled a Last Fire with fruitwood
and you can smell the burnt sugar of newsprint they used. A series
of hot, bright days, our spirits stretch out through our skins, the
ache is welcome, and sweet. The blush of blood is on every succulent
bud, the hills reborn in their gentle green. The bats are out, as
low into the Last Light two geese, bound in tacit contract, fly over
my head and I can hear the air hissing in displacement beneath their
wings. I sit outside at night and listen to the peepers in the
creek, watch the stars, yet unobscured by leaves. The dark is wide
and welcoming. </div>
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There is a promontory at the end of a hogsback path
through piney wood, past sacred stones and pools of blue-black water,
where the wind blows you clean through at the cleft in the legs of
Becoming, incantations of air and water, and a tree brought low at
the edge of the descent, taking the weight. There is a hidden,
winding stream, deep with rain and snowmelt in the Spring, its
goatpath ascensions laughing in Trout Lily and Saxifrage, the Womb
Stone around the bow where the light shines on broad, bright green
blades and it sounds of the Chord of the Night before the Beginning. There is a field, split by a tributary, where once there were a People, and their Spirits still circle the Traveller who approaches
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. Into the teeming Machine I go,
without the ceremony of cigarettes or the blessing of breakfast or
the elixir of tea, and they introduce some strange magick into my
veins that rappels me down into senselessness and forgetting and send
some ocular apparatus into me, to measure the health of my disease.
Afterward, emerged from the unnatural university, we paddle across
the lake and into dense capillaries where the Great Blue Heron rises
sudden and slow from trees among the tussocks and you gladly follow
after, where the fiddleheads congregate in intricate sylph kingdoms,
vernix furred, unfurling their feathers of fronds. I am great at
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Long moments of
Light, clouds like new lambs, the sky spring periwinkle blue. Wild
mustard butters the fallow fields. A string of pearl days to offset
our recent run on citrine, raindrops fat and soft until the Tesla
transmissions begin, original electricity, the retort near and
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Rain rippling on the pond, brief spires of water and the
endless concentric reverberations. The aperture of earth opens to
accept the Blessing, a baptism for bud and bloom and leaf, with the
roots receiving their fresh measure.</div>
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I arrived here in the heart of
winter, when all had receded into the least it needed to endure the
grief of Demeter. It is something to imprint upon that emptiness,
and witness it filled.
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Thank You to all my Guides, Guardians, Family, Friends and the Angels.</div>
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Thank You to Zuzu, Sister Mother, Brother Amos, Aughty-Aught and my Center of Gravity.</div>
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<i> "The quality of mercy is not strained.
<br />It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
<br /> Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
<br /> It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
<br />Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
<br /> The throned monarch better than his crown.
<br /> His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
<br /> The attribute to awe and majesty,
<br /> Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.
<br /> But mercy is above this sceptered sway;
<br /> It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
<br /> It is an attribute of God himself;
<br /> And earthly power doth then show like God's
<br /> When mercy seasons justice."
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Saturn steady and strong in the west,
late evening, fireflies high in the canopy of the oaks. Golden
digitalis VanGogh stubblefields and deep green swords of feedcorn,
most just now flirting their pistilled kerchiefs, everything
half-size. </div>
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Heavy-magick summer evenings with the roar of the wind
and the cricket trill and the heat lightning and all the stars.
Savored my first Peacevine tomato today from a volunteer growing
between the beans and the birdhouse gourds, the sudden, sweet-earth
egg-sac sensation in your mouth when you split the skin. The creek
on our side still cradles a few wee pools full of frogs and
water-walkers; across the street its an arroyo. What little rain
came doesnt seem enough, here on the tatted edge of this years
drought. Im keeping things alive using what water im willing. </div>
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Took a
walk down the old farm dirt road, saw Cherry Hill from behind the
fenceline, the cool green groves from afar. Tectonic shifts in my
life, light rising up, things falling through. But the omens are
auspicious and my hope is high.</div>
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That protracted relentless living
mirage desert of days came to a close with the void-of-course Dark
Moon a fortnight ago, and its been a gentler, tempered heat and some
rain, evanescent early morning downpours. So things dont seem so
harassed anymore, and it shows in the growth, a hydrated green
release. And the days and evenings are blessed with hymns of wind,
scented with rain, fine weather for sleeping, regardless of this
feeling of something having dropped anchor through the core of me, of
dragging through the days. Things go unharvested.</div>
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Lughnasadh (John
Barleycorn is Dead! Long Live John Barleycorn!) Full Moon in
Aquarius, bread, butter and spirits for the Faeries, a little fire,
even if its just a covey of flames. Something small to signify my
conscious participation in the great Turning of the Wheel. The Hoya
blooms profusely.</div>
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I find my mood reflected in this oscillating
weather, a cumulonimbus sky giving way to grey flannel and back to
blue over and over through the days, until the last day of july and
the sky lowers and the lightning cracks the grim skin of clouds for
less than a second before that great sonic report that characterizes
deep summer thunder startles in its invisible immanence. It all
makes beautiful sense: why wouldnt we be affected by barometric
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August
will no doubt begin that stretch of restlessness that cobbles into
the month of September and finds itself at the end of a crepuscular
road in October, bringing itself in for the long rest of winter
behind the creamy yellow light of windows watched from the night
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Travelled down to a lake further on where merry bands were
playing and I twirled in circles around beautiful Brother Amos and
around me, a pale, red-haired, cornflower frocked little girl
step-danced in wee black-ribboned slippers with fierce precision, her arms locked by ancient decree, and me inside her orbit, knees bent, hips
shifting, old, long arms everywhere like snakes, or the story of
water.</div>
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It was beautiful there, the little ewok bridges and narrow
wooded paths, the light on the water and the clouds all gold and
peach marmalade in the maxfield parrish western evening sky, and to
the east, the crazy blue of storm weather that only asperged us
briefly and passed on by. Everyone was friendly, and happy, and
smiling, mothers nursing their babies and a blue heeler and a woman
who hooped with fire.</div>
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I talked moth pheromones and Mayan temples and
at dusk had a real lemonade that was perfect.
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the new theme song. </div>
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"and if there's something that you want to hear, you can sing it yourself."</div>
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVNGh5y4q7I">"then let's inhabit a universe of love."</a></div>
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lodge fire</div>z.briedishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12022471109928832851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255272059836549421.post-42913344671576780602012-07-25T15:16:00.002-04:002012-07-31T14:09:14.342-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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so happy to find the latest one after so long.</div>
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my heart gets so wide open.</div>
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blessed be.</div>
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(drat the ads)</div>z.briedishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12022471109928832851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2255272059836549421.post-90503269067375076642012-07-14T13:54:00.001-04:002012-07-14T18:43:46.622-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Letters from the Outside, #61</div>
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Fireflies in the lilac bushes. Seafoam
oat fields, shining wheat. Flocked mullein leaves, daisies and wild
pea vine along the roadside. Galactic maps of linden buds. The
catalpa blooms and the grass is tall in Avalon. No surer sign of
summer than day lilies and chicory and knapweed. In september I will
have lived here six years. </div>
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Butterflies drink from the echinacea, red
pollen sacs amassing on the hindlegs of bees. This strong sudden
breeze is a blessing, a benediction. Tinfoil pans bang on tomato
cages. I plucked calendula petals today, to use in a balm. The
pumpkins and the volunteer squash have cross-pollinated and I dont so
much mind pulling up the squash as I fear for what its done to my
pumpkins. </div>
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I sit here and listen to the wind moving through the
trees. Everything in the garden except for the chamomile, calendula,
crucifers and beans is at least half the size it should be. You
drive around the cornfields here, and you see how stunted even the
corn grown by People Who Know What Theyre Doing is, some of it barely
clearing a foot this late in july. When youve been looking at things
from up very close for awhile and then set your gaze on the sky and
the clouds you can feel the miraculous clockwork of your eyes moving,
your mind expanding to take in so much space. </div>
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I spend a great deal
of my days pulling weeds with a spade and breaking the earth away
from the roots of the weeds with my hands, inch by inch. The straw
ive managed to put down helps keep the ground around the slow-growing
plants cool and loose. Its impressive how hot the earth can get
otherwise, like beach sand. The sky is a vast blue sheep pasture
during the day, and a twinkling glimpse into the marvel of the
universe at night. I think of the threshold season mornings when
topographic alchemy performs her magick on the damp vapor trapped in
the valley and ices the open air not very far above the ground, from
where it appears this dense, luminous fog and from the high roads and
ridges an opaque, undulating coverlet.</div>
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I have not been walking as
the roadside enjoys a south-easterly exposure for most of the day and
the recent heat is prohibitive, even early in the morning. I have
not been to see the chestnuts being born, reveled in the smell of the
black locusts, been delighted by the scarlet tanagers and indigo
buntings, stilled by the coven of crows among the oaks. Instead I
pull up weeds and lay down straw and wonder what fruits these dwarved
flora will bear, taking breeze-blessed breaks under the maple
listening to the wind roll through the far, tall trees which sounds
so much like the shore of the ocean. One is made from earth and
water, one from earth and air. Fire has a roar of its own.</div>
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Ive seen
very little at the feeder but finches in their admittedly impressive
array, and the hummingbirds, shining messengers of hearts-ease and
joy. Not many titmice or juncos. Just a strange summer all around.
The lightheat is an imperious forcefield streaming in at your heart
center, your own burning core, whereas cool moonlight is curious and
fey, dancing gently into the pineal eye. The lawns are turning
brown, but its been pouring in georgia and I wouldnt mind a few days
of rain to raise the table and slake the earths thirst. </div>
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Back across
the bridge, thirty-eight geese at the pond along the river and beside
the fen to play at gods and hatch and fly away. These river stones
across the seasons, always different in their moments and
incarnations, but always the same, like a moonrise or a sunset, a
spiral of becoming, rising and returning and passing away. </div>
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I stand
facing into the wind and gently shake a corn stalk to bless myself
with its pale, scented pollen. The ears are emerging, and I hope the
generous falls of visceral pink silks announce cobs of sweet seed
larger in proportion to their spires. Will all the fruits and grains
and vegetables be runted? The eternal optimist, I think, perhaps
these smaller specimens will be concentrated in their flavor, hard
won under this unrelenting sun.</div>
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The wasps are building a nest in the
cow skull on the table where I sit beneath the maple tree, so I move
to the shade of the leaning spruce to read a letter (when I opened
the mailbox to receive it a butterfly fluttered out. The world is
full of such encouraging portents) and watch the garden cope with
another days ample portion of summer light and heat. The round bales
along the road shine in their plenty. Whatever else, its been a
banner year for hay.</div>
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I discover three grand, heady, sweet
strawberries waiting to be thoroughly enjoyed in the grassy patch in
the corner of the garden. Just the smell of them reaffirms my faith
in the world conspiring to make of me a wiser, wilder, happy woman.
This letter composed, as always, over many many days, little notes taken along
the road. And that road winds along into all the future nows until
we find ourselves across the creek from each other, waving
neighborly.</div>
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<pre style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Goldfish that are confined in small aquariums
stay small. Those that spend their lives in ponds get much bigger. What
can we conclude from these facts? The size and growth rate of goldfish
are directly related to their environment. I'd like to suggest that a similar
principle will apply to you Librans in the next ten months. If you want to
take maximum advantage of your potential, you will be wise to put
yourself in spacious situations that encourage you to expand. For an extra
boost, surround yourself with broad-minded, uninhibited people who have
worked hard to heal their wounds."</pre>
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<pre><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">this week for libra, via </span><a href="http://freewillastrology.com/" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">freewill</a></pre>
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STRAW!</div>z.briedishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12022471109928832851noreply@blogger.com