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
Follow link for original Scottish
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 the iChing just tells you how it is.
Hexagram # 25
Your innermost nature is innocent, free from blame and always spiritually worthy. Only the outer persona – the role we play – is subject to blame. Being human, one gets subject to misfortunes. This is a time to be authentically self-forgiving for all that you think you have done wrong. Your deepest and most natural self is not to blame. Suffering comes by not knowing what you are underneath all those layers of personality. Be natural and unpretentious. This hexagram is a reminder that underneath there is innocence.
“Staying Present“– This line is a reminder that every step of the way is its own destination. Put your attention fully on the task at hand. Results will come, but they are subject to a whole-hearted persistence with respect to the current step.
“Embracing Problems”– Misfortune can come without rhyme or reason. It is the way of time and earthly life. Attempting to live completely free of problems is a trap. Learning to embrace and see problems in a new light is real freedom.
Heaven signifies the ultimate creative force. This hexagram formed of six unbroken lines signifies the purest form of power and positive energy. An expression of pure truth and strength that exceeds all worldly, physical or immediate concerns. A time of profound thought and conscious creation.
Belated Gong Hei Phat Choy folks! I am a Fire Rooster, 1957, last rooster year what was it 2006, it wasn’t my favorite year I can tell you. But all signs point for this one to be a whomping good year for me, and my Fire Rooster boyfriend. He is painting a lot, and he has painted a Fire Rooster, but this isn’t it. I am not sure of the above artist, it is signed.
School is keeping me busy, as usual. OMG I have to walk a lot. I would take my bike but that would me putting it on my car, taking it off, taking it onto the lite rail, so forth, and so on….so I walk, and carry a super heavy backpack (I look at carrying the weight as an active karmic burn off lol). I am doing a lot of teaching presentations in all my classes and have done in my internship as well. I like the high school I am at, but it is far…… well 30 minutes, that is far for me. My mentor teacher Mr. Lopez is super fly. Sorry I am listening to “Super Freak” so the word “fly” just came out.
I have been entertaining Study Abroad at Oxford, I submitted the application, applied for one scholarship….but I am reconsidering as 10K is going to happen only if, 1) strike oil, 2) win lottery, or 3) a rich relative I don’t have dies and leaves me all their money. But I DID enjoy the dream and the emails that were headed Oxford. So I have it out in the grey creative matter. It could happen but I really need to focus on this degree which the Oxford credits would not apply to. I did see a whole list of English department scholarships that I am going to get on top of but they are not study abroad scholarships. Grammar is kinda fun. Wish me luck on my first Grammar exam Tuesday, plus two teaching demonstrations next week.
Well that about brings me current. Love yall ❤
Here is an article by Mystic Mamma on 2017 Fire Rooster Year.
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.