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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“You choose a dream, or some other fantasy- image, and concentrate on it by simply catching hold of it and looking at it. You can also use a bad mood as a starting point, and then try to find out what sort of fantasy-image it will produce, or what image expresses this mood. You then fix this image in the mind by concentrating your attention. Usually it will alter, as the mere fact of contemplating it animates it. The alterations must be carefully noted down all the time, for they reflect the psychic process in the unconscious background, which appear in the form of images consisting of conscious memory material. In this way conscious and unconscious are united, just as a waterfall connects above and below.”
C. G. Jung. CW 14
The Never-Ending Goldie
Goldie Locks lived in a trailer
She played doodle bugs in the dirt
She made mud houses for frogs with her foot
Things seem big when you are small
She likes small, cozy places
She remembers being so small her mother bathed her in the sink
Goldie Locks was quite precocious from the get go
At “The Little Red Schoolhouse” she punched a boy in the nose
She daydreamed in school
As she got older
She dreamed of escape
Escape from the South and that place
Called Minden, where people had nothing better to do
Eventually she did escape and her odyssey began
Just follow the Yellow brick road . . .
Discothèques, Dancing, Drugs
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
A knight appears, and says,
“California is the place you aughta be”
Now Goldie goes to school
The Theater Darling (Puff, puff)
Acting, Singing and Dancing
This must be Emerald City U
Golddigers, Munchkins & Mimes
But wait . . . There’s More!
“This is Orange County” says Goldie
“Where is Hollywood?”
The Hills are alive~
“There is that magical sign.”
The big, bad wolf says,
“So you wanna be in pictures”
As he twirls his sinister mustache
“Yes please” says Goldie
“Tell me I am the Girl!”
“Sure . . .”
Slick cons, dumb girls
Being a bohemian
And The Plimsouls
The Valley Boys
And Movie Stars. . .
See Me on IMBD
Just one credit
Super Clubs & Trendy Bistros
And swanky food service
“Hi. I am Goldie and I am going to be your server tonight.
Can I get you a drink from the bar?”
The Hindu temple
The Alien Church
How to summate a life so full
Selling front row seat to the Laker’s
The Super Bowl
The economy crashes
Things are stale ______
You are invited to join AARP
“Should I stay? Or should I go?”
Divinely guided to GO!
Goldie has a sister
The sister got her Masters
Goldie was inspired
A brief respite in the distant past
Drive through frozen cocktails
Lots of Baptist
Back to school
First a GED
“Go West Old Goldie!”
She packed the U-Haul
And head to “The Valley of the Sun”
Goldie is now a Sun Devil~
When you let it~
May, 7, 2018
Hey everyone. I am wishing that you are all healthy, happy & abundant. I am hoping that you are enjoying the Holiday Season, but if perchance you are one that is troubled by the holidays, I send you extra love. I am going to see A Mid-Winter’s Night Dream, a seasonal transposition of Shakespeare’s classic, at Taliesin West, which was Frank Lloyd Wright’s, Winter home, I am so excited. Going this afternoon.
The Fairy Godmother
Kinuko Y. Craft