Twas the Night Before Yuletide

Happy Holidays friends: Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, and New Years. I taught my students about Yule and we learned all about Krampus, (I had no idea) the demon who takes naughty children to the underworld. My dear friend, and amazing photographer, Dagmar shared the Yule poem below. I had never heard this, I only know the American one. This is so much better. Peace & Love to you all.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen

Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.

A mantle of snow shone brightly that night

As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.

The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,

Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.

The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,

Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.

When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,

Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.

The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet

Then raced to the river where they usually meet.

“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,

As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.

“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”

They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.

Then what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.

It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,

Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.

Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,

There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,

A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,

Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.

As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,

Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,

Made each of the fey folk think of the spring

When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.

“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed

in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,

“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,

that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”

“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,

The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells

Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,

Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”

“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,

Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.

Have you forgotten, my children, the fun

Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”

She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,

As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.

Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,

“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”

They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,

Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.

They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.

They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.

They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,

In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.

They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,

Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.

Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,

Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,

The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree

And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.

They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,

The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.

It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar

The golden-like sphere turned into a star.

The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,

“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”

 

Poem author C.C. Williford

Art

Clare Bertram

My Constipated Cat & the Universe

Hello friends. It has been awhile. Teaching is hard and long hours, but I love it. Sometimes, I don’t love it. lol I am almost half way through my first year, not that I am rushing it. It is almost surreal having your dream manifest before your very eyes. I mean yes, I did the work: I went to school, I graduated and I took the test. I guess what I am saying is, you can do whatever you set your mind to. If I can do it, anyone can do it. My siblings, and myself, were raised by a high school educated single mother, and I did this in my early 50’s gradating at 60, and now 61.

Now to the constipated cat. My kitty is a stray, an outdoor cat. I would not call her Ferrel, because she is just too domesticated. I think I wrote about her getting knocked up a couple of years ago, then I raised her babies to adoption, and had her fixed. So she will let all of us pick her up and she will come through the house but she does not want the door closed. being an outside cat, how would I know when she was, or when she wasn’t going poo? She started acting strange and talking, and trying to poo in front of me, for several days. Finally I consulted a friend, who told me hairballs could cause constipation and to give her oil. Since she had this problem for days I decided she needed a good dose of oil. I decided on my favorite, coconut oil, which I dosed her with for three days. I think the problem is solved. Coconut oil is my cure all, that garlic, and rubbing alcohol.

And now lets switch channels to the universe. All I can say is wow, just wow! I am seeing things revealed in ways I always knew were true. Things coming to mass consciousness, light shinning on everything, and some real ugly truths are also being brought up and out. Humanity can be low, because it has been asleep and controlled, but, no longer. I am seeing amazing things unfold from every aspect from the mundane to the miraculous, to the mystical. This has been one great ride. I don’t believe in any way that my job is done here, but I can say that I am fulfilled. I am blessed and grateful. I wish happiness and good health to you all.

Cha Cha Changes?

The full moon in Aries has been brutal but beneficial. My life appears to be on track but boy has it been difficult, for like five months now. Is it ever going to let up in intensity? Lol. One thing I have learned about myself through all of this is that I am stronger and more resilient than I believed I was.

So at school today my framed diploma that is (not yet hung), fell over and broke my green, good luck, Chinese cat statue. Seriously! One of my favorite, adorable, students shouts “Karma” from across the room, which clearly it is. It is as symbolically interesting as the time I saw my first scorpion and killed it with the heavy volume of Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Except, this time does not really feel like a positive. I went to what I considered the best source to help me explain this symbolic occurrence, the iChing. The readings are usually spot on, cutting to the core of the matter, this readying is no exception. I digress below is the reading, It was very deep and a bit intimidating.

 

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

Queen of All She Imagines

Always remember you are Titania the Queen of the Fairies. Well that is my mantra and I am sticking to it. Apparently Fairy Queens are not recognized everywhere they go. Pity. lol

Well, it’s summer and in Arizona that is not a good thing. Unless, of course, I was getting paid year round like a teachers salary, then I could travel elsewhere. The good thing about summer is that it is heading away from it. We have been sporting temperatures of 108, 109. But, I am grateful for air conditioning.

The graduate has been applying and interviewing for teaching positions, many which have already been filled by now. I should be panicked, and I sort of am. I had a dental emergency that cost me a week of searching. I had three interviews (two of which were panels) and no job offers yet. It has been two weeks since those interviews, so . . . .  I am still applying. I have never had interviews with this much at stake. I prepared and studied common questions, but I was honest and authentic. I am starting to get a complex.

I somehow know that all is well, yet fear and doubt remain. This leads me to my new regular visitors, the hummingbirds. I do not feed them as there food attracts wasp, but I have the water fountain on the corner of my patio, that they come and drink from. You can also watch them from inside as the fountain is by the kitchen window. So, I looked them up, I have blogged about them before,  but long ago.

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Hummingbird symbolism

What’s Your Sign

Avia

It is not commonly known that the fluttering wings of the hummingbird move in the pattern of an infinity symbol – further solidifying their symbolism of eternity, continuity, and infinity.

Hummingbird animal totem meaning is about energetic resources. These lovely creatures are a great reminder of how we expend our own energy. When hummingbirds show up in our lives, it’s a good time to take a look at our energy-stores and resources. hummingbirds warrant an honest look at how we are maintaining our vibrational frequencies. Are we frittering away our energy on needless issues (ie: worry, fear, lack)? Or, are we in a state of well-honed, regulated balance when it comes to our energy and resources?

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I find that very fitting. I can fritter away a lot of energy with worry, fear, and lack. My African Love birds still visit as well. You notice I said “My” lol technically they are their own birds.

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