Hello Happy Friday. A lovely Spring like day here. A day that was gifted me in my Spring break from school I had committed to work today, but alas it got cancelled so change of plan. Oh and I cannot read the text embedded in the image but bless them for sharing the image. I have been listening to my favorite astrologers this fine morning trying to get an idea of what is up? Sometimes the understanding is beyond me. The image and title allude to the Virgo Full Moon on March 12. I will share a few links below. One is from The Leo King, David Palmer, my son (from another mother) actually we have never met except on FB but I just feel like David is my son. lol He has his new fiancee on the show with him and it made me so happy. lol Crazy huh? I was happy he had chosen well.
I was enjoying my magical garden patio, which as I have shared is darn near Xanadu to me. I was drawn to water my trees and plants, I just love the connection that you get with nature while doing such a simple task. I had created a puddle of mud at the foot of the patio, and I was compelled to just put my feet in and squish it around. If you haven’t done this in awhile, do it. Afterward I see my foot imprints left behind, sort of cool. It took my thoughts to the footprint of the guru, perhaps as I was listening to Ravi Shankar at the time. Honestly I have been hoping for a butterfly sighting . . . the day is young.
Also I have my outdoor kitty’s baby daddy to contend with, this Tom cat is huge, I mean at night he will scare you with his howl and scary gold eyes, he must be part Siamese or Persian as he has long hair, which is grey and white spots, and a slightly smushed face. Did I mention his howl would wake the dead and he is huge? I have named him Brutus. Both of his male offspring, Prince Fu, who is now named Carl, as I understand, and his brother Frankie, look like him. Brutus needs to be trapped and fixed, Pray for a good outcome for Brutus and all concerned.
Oxford deadline has come and gone but I still haven’t taken the flyer from my wall and it still has some unknown relevance, My tale bone is still sore but much better. Merlin, wizards, fairies and Tors still paint my minds imaginings. I have a unit yet to plan for my Methods of Teaching Language class, I am thinking “Unit of Thrones” one that would include Arthurian Grail Lore, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, a book of choice either, The Wicked Day, or any of Mary Stewart’s, Merlin Trilogy, Silver Eve (A YA novel female protagonist) or The Mist of Avalon. I would like to include Shakespeare, but a unit is 3 or 4 weeks, even the above is ambitious.
So I best get to scholarship essay writing. My internship is going real well but I am having a tough go of it in my Modern Grammar class so good vibes in that direction, or aka prayers etc… Much love everyone be well. The John Lennon lyrics, “strange days indeed” just popped in my head this morning, and the song lyric does not really fit the mood of the day which is light but nonetheless I share the song it may have a message (Oh of course there is the Shankar Lennon connection).
Peace & Love
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
Painting by Anna Razumovskaya
Solstice draws nigh
dark days, long, longest night
journey of the soul
moving, ever moving
moving to stand still
still in the darkest light
the most glorious light
light of the undying Sun
standing sill. still point
where we bask breathe
delight in Light, Love
This ever turning play –
dance of dark and light
our soul’s shadow dancing
concealing and revealing
gently, reverently mirroring
cosmic flow and rhythm
of which you and I are part –
One in the eternal dance
meeting, re-uniting ever again
as One . . . separating, then returning
again and again
~Thanks to Holly Rose my FB friend, and sistar~
art by Jessica Galbraith
It’s beginning to feel a lot like Mercury Retrograde Christmas. My car, my boyfriend’s car….. and it isn’t even retrograde until the 19th, but other than an expected “Griswald Christmas” it is all good. Semester finally done, an A on the Shakespeare paper which felt like a huge accomplishment. All in all I got 3, A’s, a B+, and 2 B’s. I should be happy, and I am, but I could have done a little better. I am working on a visual and audio presentation on the paper, as I have such a vivid image of the play in my head, and I really like the paper. I will post to my academia.edu page when I revise it. It is nice to catch my breath but I am already to get back into school. I guess it is a good thing I picked teaching and English because I love them both. Graduation is May 7, 2018, so for those who plan to attend, Linda, Mary…lol anyone else, that is 18 months notice.
Have you ever had one song stuck in your head for over a week? I have had Barry White singing in my head for over a week. Please help exorcise Barry White’s, Never Never Gonna Give You Up from my mind. Really and life isn’t that sexy. lol
Oh and my sister talked to our dead dad via Jeanette St. Germain, cool huh? lol
If you are so inclined I linked an astrology article on MR below.
Happy Holidays! 😉
I cannot read the artist name but it is lovely.
Hey everyone. I did the ritual I posted on Tuesday, Day of the Dead, it felt good. It certainly wasn’t my first go at that one, which I do at least once a year. Only one month left in this semester, where does the time go? A girl came into my Shakespeare class last week to talk to us about studying abroad in the UK this summer at Oxford. OMG I want to go. All of July and August taking two English courses, one with an ASU professor and one with an Oxford professor, now of course I do not have the funds in place to go but I can dream. For our final paper we are directing a Shakespeare play on paper only, I am excited, the tango music, and Jeanne Hepbuterne, are a hint at things.
I recently had a visitation, November 2, which happens to be my friends birthday. I met her through my best friend Roger. She is a Brazilian beauty and a great gal. Roger was well acquainted with the practices and Orisha’s in the Yoruba based religion. Both he and my other best friend were independently of one another, which always sort of blew my mind. I used to joke around about it until they came to me in a dream once, waking me freezing on a very hot night. It was very cheerful and positive but it got my attention. So anyway I am acquainted with them as well now. So on Tuesday night I smell cigar smoke in my house, no open windows, it isn’t coming from outside, rather or not I instantly thought Roger is here with Esu, the orisha. It was very comforting, and then I see so many connecting threads, I have acquired a cigar box collection, and have been listening endlessly to tango. Either way it was so nice feeling Roger send me a sign. If not I am pretending he did.
❤ We love you girl ❤
Questioning has always been part and parcel of my being. As a child I was punished by society, family, institutions; schools, churches, for being too inquisitive. Concurrently I have a rebellious nature and questioned authority as well. I have spent my entire life endlessly curious. I want to know everything. Of course you simply cannot know everything; or can you? In my Education classes in school that is what we are taught, and the Core standards mandate the same, to teach students to question, higher thinking, analyzation …. Strange that I should have experienced my inquisitive nature as I did.
When people talk of awakening consciously, I have always balked at that phraseology, as it just seems such a larger concept. However if such an event happens to us normal line humans then mine began some thirty years ago when I just allowed myself to believe whatever I chose to. It was that simple really. I had immediate access to past lives and the Akashic Records, now I am not saying I had great control or consistent access but nonetheless I had access at times. An amazing friend of mine has grown leaps and bounds in consciousness in the last few years and we talk a lot about their past-lives, and our past-lives together, so I enjoy coming across various points of views on the subject. I think I would like to become certified someday, however I am much t0o busy with my degree now. It is endlessly fascinating to me to study the work by people like Anita Moorjani, Brian Weiss, and Micheal Newton. Newton is new to me and came to my attention yesterday via a conversation with a Facebook friend. He shared an interview with me by journalist, filmmaker, Rich Martini, interviewed here, who documented the work of Newton. I also like Dolores Cannon and her expanse of the parameters into future lives and her “Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique.”
Hearing that other people have visited some of the same places is infinitely confirming. The subject of Atlantis is one that I like to explore in these ways and my favorite source on that topic is Edgar Cayce’s Atlantis Readings.
It is a long but good read. Cayce feels so authentic to me.
Another Martini Interview
Namaste and Peace~