Blog Birthday Bash

 

 

Blue Butterflies & Me is 7 years old today. Being as blogging started as a fluke, it has remained a consistent part of my life. it is also my first blog buddy’s birthday, Ody Mama, sadly she is too busy to blog, but I have her on the phone. Happy Birthday girl!

First year of teaching done, time for some cake.

Love you all! Thank you for being in my life.

The Seeds are Inside the Core

The apple has been eaten, proverbially, I don’t really like apples. The school year is over on Thursday, my first year as a teacher is done. How do I feel about that? I feel good about it; in that, it is over, and in that, I feel accomplished. It is good to work hard towards a goal, but very consuming. So  consuming I could not stop and focus on a movie, (I did however spend a day watching videos on YouTube a month or so ago).

From the fire to the frying pan, (an idiom) I have been lucky enough to earn an invitation to a summer writing institute at ASU, it is teachers, teaching teachers. I have had the best 10 days of my life recently, so many wonderful things and opportunities, I can’t even begin to share them all.

I like when my sister sings, unrelated, but she came in singing.

 

Ashputtle

Ashputtle

by

Katherine Ace

I still love this woman’s work. Happy almost Spring. Spring break from school anyways. I have just about finished my first year teaching and lived to tell the tale. I survived a state audit but will I survive this influenza that I caught? My god! If you have had it, you have my deepest sympathy.

Ashputtle is part of Ace’s fairy tale series, and has always been a favorite, “Cinderella”, of the ashes. Like the phoenix she will rise, she soars to the pinnacle, the top of the heap. In the spirit of the painting I published my retelling of the Grimm classic “Ashputtle”, and it is called, “Bad Cindy“. I am sure it is full of typos and grammar errors but it was now or never.

Happy Almost Spring everyone. I went wind chime shopping yesterday, and I bought an adorable lizard sculpture I named Lenny the Lizardy.

Beneath the Sea

That public library is constantly feeding my book addiction. How can I pass up great hardcover books for 50 cents? I picked up a book from 2002 by Graham Hancock, Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization. I was reading the Greek Myths again from another source. I will get back to those soon as there are shorter stopping points. This Hancock book, although not really an easy read, has sucked me in. One thing I learned that I did not know was that archeologist, linguist, historians, and all academic scholars had ascribed the Rig Veda and Sanskrit to some “supposed” Aryan Indo-European invaders. That is just so typical of the Old Dead White Man club. It was finally refuted and accepted as not the case by scholars by the year 2000. But really?

The Hancock book is about antediluvian cities holding humanities lost history. It is also very informative on understanding the history of the sacred Hindu text. The mythical city of Dwarka is supposedly under the sea now due to the big deluge. The city was founded by Krishna to protect his people from constant war. It could only be reached by sea, however it is said that it was attacked by vimana. There are a few links below on Dwarka Lord Krishna’s Golden City.

 

So it is very amusing when I read my daily horoscope this morning and read this.

A visit to the dark realms of the Underworld doesn’t frighten you as much as it does others because you always have alchemical Pluto working in your corner. One of your attractions to emotional intensity is the fact that it draws you into the hidden mysteries and away from the obvious. However, your current quest could bring a surprise that throws you off track and into a discouraging place. Nevertheless, your regenerative powers are strong and there’s little to fear now.

Reading about the Yugas, which is something that had just slipped my consciousness for some time now, I decided to check when we would reach the end of the Kali Yuga. The Kali Yuga which is sort of nasty and tumultuous. Hancock’s website said 2025, I like that yet another said 2082, I think I will be gone by then.

The history and richness of our past intrigues me and lures me in. I have not had dream recall in a long while, but the first night after reading I dreamed I was excavating at a pyramid. I could feel the sand and heat. I have been swept so far into the past and now I must come back. there are things to do and people to see. Reading this book has triggered in me memories of other places and times, and I believe that this is so in the collective, or genetic memory of all humanity.

I have a really big week ahead of me, so I am going to have to put down the very thick Hancock book, which is already 16 years old by now anyways.  It is fascinating and educational, I recommend it, if you have time. Wish me luck big interview early Monday morning, and subsequent ASU STEM camp this week.

Related links:

Kali Yuga

Dwarka: The Golden Children

Graham Hancock

Underworld

The Mysterious Origins of Civilization

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Edited to add: I go from posting this to finish watching a video of Meru Matu and at 26:30 as soon as I started watching, she says vimana.

Timeline Jumping

Drying Wings

I have been wanting to post but things have been crazy. Many of you are with me on Facebook so you have seen the Graduation, pics & post. For those of you who are not on FB with me I will tell you all about it. I was sick with a horrible cold for a week, my boyfriend was in the hospital (all well, no worries) and graduation was two weeks away. I got better and the following week I cleaned by badly neglected house, for my coming guest. I have never been so sore from all that cleaning, but it was so healthy. My friend, Queen Suzi, came to visit from Los Angeles and we had a great time. Graduation was everything I wanted it to be and more. It was a glorious occasion, aside from the headache I had all day, and I really had to pee. Nonetheless I stayed jubilant in the moment. My friends were awesome and gave me a great party, with music and pork ribs. They gave me cards, and gift card, and money! Friends sent cards and gifts of love from afar. A good friends sent me book from across the sea, full of poetic magic.  My boyfriend’s sister made me the most divine chocolate cupcakes imaginable. It was pretty cool beans, (if you know what I mean?) This was Friday, 11 May. Video, I am at 51:40 I think?

The following week I volunteered again at the ASU English department sponsored literacy event, Dia De Los Libros, with 450 local students. I had the opportunity to see my favorite professor, who write me an amazing referral letter, and it was fun, that was Monday. On that Wednesday I became a state certified teacher with all of my schoolmates at The Arizona State Department of Education. Then it was official. My ASU page say Degree Completed. I graduated with honors which I had worked for and I am proud of myself. I find educational accomplishment empowering. I feel confident that I am prepared for my profession.

Then the job hunt started, the first application took me two days, lol however it got easier from there. I am now preparing to interview, fun stuff. I am also thinking of teaching a couple of workshops in the near future. So yes, I have emerged from the chrysalis, and my wings are drying in the sun.

Today is Blue Butterflies & Me, 6 year Blogiversary!

And om birthday.

❤ Happy Birthday Girl ❤

Artist

Lucy Arnold

To Be or To Be Later

Procrastination has been a constant in my existence as me. Today I saw a video by Jesse Elder, on the subject, Elder says that procrastination is a form of spiritual self-defense. I thought, “I love this guy!” because, I am a hardcore procrastinator. After I allowed the thought to ruminate I thought, “No, perhaps 10% of procrastination is a divine delay, but for me I think 90% of it is fear, either fear of failure, fear of success, or some form of irrational fear. I made efforts to meditate on it searching for its origin. I was not able to find it yet. Now when I procrastinate I am usually full of stress and guilt until I execute the “said” task at hand. This cycle makes no sense at all. I know that guilt is a useless and negative emotion, so why do I constantly self-impose it? I really want to understand this, so thank you Mr. Elder for sending me on the path of discovery.

Nine days until graduation, my robe is hanging in the closet; I just need to pickup my Honor Cords from the Registrar Office. I am excited but procrastinating on the job search. Therefore my thinking on the topic. My mom always says, “Just do it!” and I still don’t.

Ready for Takeoff

Hello friends happy April. What a start to the month with Easter & April Fool’s Day on the same Sunday, additionally my mother’s anniversary. That Full Moon was painful, that and Mercury Retrograde, what hasn’t broken would be the question. I had plumbing issues in my bathroom and computer issues, and a lot of stress. Whah whah right? Cry myself a river. A minor meltdown last Wednesday. Teaching is so much harder than learning to teach but it is a fun job. I am a mere month away from graduating college. It has finally arrived, all State Exams are passed, Letters of Reference are in for my job applications, robes are ordered, guest are confirmed . . . Just one last observation from my ASU supervisor.

Teaching Shakespeare is more fun than I would have imagined. It is probably because my mentor teacher knows the play so well, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I had seen it performed but it is so much more fun when you actually know what is going on. And just funny having kids read Shakespeare.

So my lovely friends I most likely will not get back here to post until after all this is done. I get my state certification on May 16, which will make me an official teacher. I want to thank you all so much for supporting me in my journey, even since I have not been a great blog friend since attending university. Please keep me in your prayers, or Hold me in the Light.

Thanks to my friend HollyRose Gosselin for sharing this image on Facebook. I was waiting for the right image to write this post.