February 13th, 2009

california poppy

Good Morning!!



I'm enjoying a lovely simmer today.  I am still with the ice cream flavors, so feel myself swirling deep and juicy flavors of my own.

I have been reading Finding Beauty in a Broken World by Terry Tempest Williams. 
As is usual with her books, it is a lovely meditation.  She begins with mosaics in Italy and moves then to study the world of the groundhog, those wonderful communities in the prairies that are being destroyed by development. 

A friend of mine recently tried to start a garden for sustainability and is learning how persistent all the little creatures are as to eating what is planted, and yet, we need also to honor these developments that surround us, all the life that has survived.  There are lessons to learn. 

I would like to quote the whole book but I take one little piece of the mosaic and hand it to you to hold to the light.

Oh, where to start.  Here, I begin.   I leave out some parts, and give what speaks most to me.


Terry Tempest Williams:

What you see from a distance is not what you see up close.

His name is Marco de Luca, and he can bend stone with his eyes. 

He brings a wooden box over to me. 

"Hold out your hands."  He places a dozen glass cubes into my open palms.

He puts the box down and then picks up a pitcher and pours water over the glass squares in my cupped palms.  The colors begin to speak. Dazzling rich hues: red, maroon, purple, brown, black, gold.

"These are ancient tesserae from the Church of San Vitale that are over fifteen hundred years old," he says.  "They fell from the ceiling during the war and were in the safe keeping of an old restorer who gathered them up and kept them in this box.  Before he died, he gave them to me."

He puts some in his own hands and pours water over them, as well.  He holds them up to my ear.  "Listen," he says.


She goes on and then writes:

"He speaks of the challenge of "combining the technical skills with emotion, to give stone the impression of lightness and transparency."

De Luca explained the method.  Our eyes are convex, not flat, so curved surfaces like the niche in a church provide "a place to rest our eyes."  He pauses.  "I call this an embrace.  In mosaics, it is in the curve that light is reflected - for me, this translates into a spiritual space."

"Seeing an object is really about listening."

"Art, by its nature, is expressive and creates this emotional reaction in the public.  When my eyes are turned outward and inward at the same time, this is where I find my depth."

"You learn the rules. You learn the discipline.  And then you break the rules to fin
d your freedom."



And this is where we are, with a president who understand how to turn his eyes, our eyes, "outward and inward at the same time."  This is where we find our depth.  We listen, learn rules and discipline and break them to be free.   Here is light.   We see, and our seeing, like the universe, is curved.  We live embraced.






book lovers

The Age of Aquarius!!



I thought the Age of Aquarius began with the musical Hair which I enjoyed seeing when I was in college, and I certainly listened to the record a multitude of times.   My son Chris was in a sanitized version of it when he was middle school age.

A friend sends this to me today.  It is quite a day.   It is Friday, the 13th, and 13 is the number of the goddess, and my Grandmother Gomery was born on a Friday, the 13th, and always said it was a special day.  And then, tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  Hooray!

February 14th at 7:25 Universal Time is February 13 at 11:25 PST, so figure out your time zone and welcome the Age of Aquarius!!





The Aquarian alignment 14th February 2009

We measure our global sense of both space (latitude and longitude) and time (universal time - UT or GMT) from the prime meridian located at Greenwich, England. So we can perceive the collective influence of this momentous astrological event by looking at the alignment from this globally 'centered' perspective.
When we do, something extraordinary and exquisite emerges…

At dawn on 14th February the day dedicated to St Valentine, the patron saint of Love, the Moon in Libra enters the seventh house of relationships. And Jupiter and Mars are aligned in Aquarius in the twelfth house of spiritual transformation.

Forty years ago, the intuitive words of a song called Aquarius, brought the dawning of the new age into our collective awareness:

When the Moon is in the seventh house
and Jupiter aligns with Mars.
Then peace will guide the planets
and love will steer the stars

At dawn on 14th February the Cosmos actually embodies this perfect alignment to support our collective manifestation of love and peace and dawning of the Age of Aquarius.
The Aquarian chart of 14th February reveals an incredible concentration of cosmic influenc es blending with the energies of Aquarius in the twelfth house. Expansive Jupiter and energetic Mars are aligned with the higher purpose of the North Node. The presence of Chiron the wounded healer offers us the opportunity to heal the schisms that have separated us for so long. Neptune emphasizes collective humanitarian movements and the co-creation of social justice. And the presence of the radiant Sun enlightens the entire alignment.
Mercury also in the twelfth house but just beyond the cusp in Capricorn, allies with transformational Pluto to communicate and anchor the Shift throughout our global structures and institutions.
The Moon in Libra in the seventh house emphasizes harmonious real -ationships.
Venus in Aries in the first house energizes and empowers dynamic co-creativity.
And whilst Saturn the great task master in opposition to Uranus the unexpected awakener is suggesting an ongoing confrontation as the dregs of the unsustainable old paradigm reluctantly give way to the untested hope of the new, their placements in Virgo and Pisces brings practical altruism and visionary inspiration to the transition.

At 7.25am on 14th February - and for the 18 minutes of the alignment, I invite you, in the universal heart, to add your own intention for love and peace and to co-create the dawning of the Age of Aquarius to that of the Cosmos. In whatever way feels appropriate for you, you may choose to align with 7:25 am (UT) or 7:25 am your own local time energizing a wave of intention that will surge around the Earth. 
 
Please feel free to circulate the Aquarian chart and its cosmic invitation to birth the Age of Aquarius.
 
Marsha Scarbrough

Author of Medicine Dance: One woman's healing journey into the world of Native American sweatlodges, drumming meditations and dance fasts...finalist in USA Book News 2007 National "Best Books" Awards and 2008 New Mexico Book Awards
Contributing Editor of Written By: The Magazine of the Writers Guild of America, west
Writer/Producer/Director of The Magic of Marital Arts award-winning children's DVD


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changing times -



Our mailbox is at the top of our driveway.   We live on a quiet, non-county maintained road.  Well, it's hardly a road, but the one-laneness and bumps suit us.   It seems like a natural barrier to the outside world.   Our mailman is our friend, and he just dipped down to chat with me today and tell me about the number of thefts in the neighborhood and break-ins to houses, and mail stolen right out of mailboxes in the middle of the day.   It seems there is a couple who is a team and she hides in the bushes, and he goes into the houses, quick as can be.  One house was broken into in the twenty minutes the woman was picking up her children from school.

He said we should definitely get a locked mailbox.  Imagine that.   We've lived here thirty years and never considered a mailbox that locked.  It seems there are many different kinds
, so he went through what would work best for him and for us.   It seems sad to me somehow to need a mailbox with a lock.  It is one more letting go.

My niece Katy sent me a Valentine's Day card that has a heart with a peace sign in it.  It says peace & love. 


The card is a "grow-a-note" so I plant it and flowers come: Gaillardia, Catchfly, Siberian Wallflower, Chinese Houses, and Baby Blue-Eyes.

Dave brings me Katy's card and the news of theft.  He has been our mailman for the whole thirty years we've been here.   When there is a substitute, the mail comes much later.  Dave is very efficient, even with his stops to chat.  He grew up in the area and says he used to know everyone and patrol the area.  In the past he would stop and question anyone he didn't recognize, to ensure they were legitimately here,  but now there are many strangers walking around, and most likely they are legitimate, and yet, the number of crimes in this small area in the last three weeks is staggering.  They are in and out in three minutes, grabbing, lap-tops, jewelry, cash.   We agreed that if they steal any boxes from my mailbox they will be disappointed in the subject matter of the books I buy, and I can probably buy them back at a local swap meet, and so it goes.  Letting go.   I had recently moved my laptop to an obscure place recognizing how easy it would be to snatch.  Perhaps a little more of a disguise is in order.  It is a balance of attachment and letting go.



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Decisions -


I suppose a locked mailbox is a small problem as problems go, but I don't like what it symbolizes. Recently, some young women were sentenced in San Francisco for luring a man to a beach, shooting and killing him and taking his wallet.

I am horrified when I read this kind of news as it occurs around the world, and perhaps it is harder to take in closer to home. I wonder where it stops. That is the point of Terry Tempest Williams in Finding Beauty in a Broken World. If we don't respect ground hogs, then, where does lack of reverence stop.

Because a great deal of money was spent to ensure my life, I pay extra close attention to the financial costs of health care. I am aware of the complexity of decision making on where the money goes and who gets what. How much is one life worth? Does the age of the person matter? Should it? Perhaps, and yet, how then, do we decide.

Here is an interesting article on herceptin.

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200903/postrel-drugs


space - center of our galaxy

moving along




Dick Cavett recalls John Cheever being on his show:

"He said he had asked his children to let him know if he began to show signs of decline. But instead of “show signs of decline” or “begin to fall apart” or “start slowing down” or “lose my grip,” he said, “I’ve made my children promise to tell me immediately when I begin to shed my leaves.”"


Isn't that beautiful?   "I've made my children promise to tell me immediately when I begin to shed my leaves."