Remember Field of Dreams, (1989) with Kevin Costner? “Build it, and they will come.” the line echoed by James Earl Ray. I believe this about life, I really do. I read a small book from the early 1900’s and I do not recall the author, or the title, but he spoke of working with the grey matter, the materia prima, although he did not use the Latin term, he called it grey matter. He said if necessary, “To deny the obvious.” Deny the obvious if it is not the reality you wish to manifest. I am a natural at denial, I live by the river de nile. For some years now I have held a focus for the world and my dream, if I watched the news, which I do not, it might appear that my denial was not working, but I still believe it is. Build it and they will come.
This has held true in my creation of my garden. You know how I go on about, “I do believe in fairies! I do. I do!” well I do, and with the assistance of my co-creator boyfriend we have brought a fairy paradise to life. A huge branch fell from the tree several months ago, and when that branch fell, I fell in love with its aesthetic of a magical wood. So I kept it and started to imagine and visual it as a place that fairies would build their houses and live. Well if you are my friend and come to my graduation next year you can see it. I hope it retains its magic in the blazing summer heat but every other season it is enchanting. Build it and it, and they will come!
To a Mouse
Little, crafty, cowering, timid little beast,
Oh, what a panic is in your little breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With argumentative chatter!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough.
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes you startle
At me, your poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!
I doubt not, sometimes, that you may steal;
What then? Poor little beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.
Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse green foliage!
And bleak December’s winds coming,
Both bitter and piercing!
You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough passed
Out through your cell.
That small heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter’s sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Still you are blessed, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!
That is the translation from Wiki
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Happy New Year everyone! I do hope the end of the year and post Christmas week has been good to you. That rascally Mercury Retrograde has been a “bleep” . . . Fun! Hey but so far I have survived, and I hope you have too. I have read 5 books since school got out, and done some cleaning. When my good friend Queen Suzi called me the other day and ask what I was doing, I answered, “Reading my dream journals from 2006” to which she said, “Good Mercury Retrograde activity” which it was. I kept a dream journal from 1997 to 2006. My life in Los Angels started to unravel around there as it morphed into the new. They were interesting, and detailed dreams. As I read them I recalled the dreams and I was surprised how well I had remembered some of them even sharing them with friends.
I also came across a letter from a friend who was kindly reprimanding me for bad behavior, boy that was hard to read but. . . I realized that it was something I still needed to work on. I have resolved to do so. The one drawer contained all this insight. It’s good to clean sometimes.
“Hello 2017. You’re new around here. It is nice to meet you.”
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 ❤
This is such an interesting time overall. I really look at things as broadly as I can while perceiving existence with an alternate, or metaphysical view. The Big Picture, so to speak. In this era we have access to endless information at our fingertips. At anytime day or night anywhere in the world we can communicate. It is all truly amazing. We can unite in activities of oneness. I am able to survey a large amount of data, and see trends. I should have done that professionally. I see change. It is time for this world to get the respect she deserves. It is time for us to respect and honor ourselves and all existence. This applies triply to myself. You always have to break some eggs to make an omelette.
I continue to hold the vision of peace, well being and happiness for all beings. ❤
I am reading Shelly’s, Frankenstein, great writing.
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