“She held the whole of the Moon In her hands, in her heart”
I wrote this at three in the morning because I can’t sleep.
A few days ago, I sprained my lower back doing another dumb thing like most (all) of my injuries and there isn’t one single position that doesn’t cause excruciating pain, so I hoped these pretty words would take my mind off of it because Tylenol didn’t work, neither did Tiger Balm — nor arnica, ice, or heat.
Yesterday I thought I should stretch out my back so I did some pilates and other exercises but that just made it worse. I can’t take ibuprofen because it causes digestive issues, so there isn’t much I can do except suffer, I guess.
I know I’ll heal in a week or so, but until then, I’m not enjoying life at all.
“To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.” —Robert Bly
Mother’s Night (Mōdraniht) is an ancient Germanic/Anglo-Saxon tradition, celebrated on the eve of the Winter Solstice, marking the first night of Yule to honor ancestral mothers, female deities like Frigg, and the divine feminine, to focus on nurturing, protection, and rebirth. It’s a solemn yet festive night for remembrance, offerings, and connecting with life’s cycles, often involving candles, feasts, and rituals for the “Disir” (mother spirits).
The first thing that comes to my mind is to honor my very own Mother Spirit with some yummy chocolate, so I will!
Winter solstice — the farthest touch of dark. The sun’s been arching back, breathing behind the clouds, taking its time, waiting for you, too. –Tanya Markul
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Here are a few positive affirmations to greet this winter solstice:
❄ Embrace the Darkness – I welcome the darkness, for within it lies the seeds of new beginnings. ❄ Find Inner Light – I am a beacon of light, radiating warmth and positivity even in the coldest of times. ❄ Release and Renew – I release what no longer serves me, making space for growth and transformation. ❄ Connect with Nature – I am attuned to the rhythms of the Earth, finding harmony in its cycles. ❄ Cultivate Gratitude – I am grateful for the lessons of the past and the opportunities of the future.
“Trade me a memory,” the butterfly said A memory that’s heavy and harsh, And I’ll sit and I’ll listen and try my sweet best To lighten the load on your heart.
“Magical places are always beautiful and deserve to be contemplated. Always stay on the bridge between the invisible and the visible.” Paolo Coelho
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This is heavenly…no phones, no social media, no distractions; simply a butterfly-filled meadow alongside a sunshiny, babbling brook.
This pic reminds me of one of my favorite songs by (who else) Leon Russell, Down On Deep River. It evokes the perfect, serene mood…
“Hear the crickets singing for a mile And the sound of the bullfrogs make you smile So lead me beside the still waters Let me love you down on deep river.
Won’t you sit by my side And hold to my hand and love me all the way?
And we’ll leave all the highways far behind And just take a little blanket with the wine.”
Lately, I’ve been thinking about T-I-M-E. Time flies. I hate to be late; I like to be ON TIME. Does time really exist at all or have we been brainwashed to think iit does?
Too much thinking about time as ephemeral makes me anxious. Too much thinking about anything does the same thing. My non-logical mind has determined that TIME itself isn’t the issue; THINKING about it IS and it makes my brain melt, just like Dali’s clocks.
Salvador Dalí
“Time doesn’t exist, clocks exist. Time is just an agreed upon construct.” — David Foster Wallace
“It takes just one unattended moment for an hour to pass.” ― Sherod Santos,Square Inch Hours: Poems
Santos was born in South Carolina, graduated from San Diego State University, and studied at the University of California, Irvine. I never met him when I attended SDSU, but I knew ABOUT him; all of us who studied creative writing and poetry knew about “Rod” Santos and W.S. Merwin and Glover Davis, who was actually my professor.
David Foster Wallace was an acclaimed American writer known for his fiction, nonfiction, and critical essays that explored the complexities of consciousness, irony, and the human condition. Wallace wrote the novel Infinite Jest.
“The Persistence of Memory” is an iconic 1931 surrealist oil painting by Salvador Dalí, famous for its “melting” clocks draped over a desolate, dream-like landscape inspired by his Catalonian home. The painting uses a paranoiac-critical method to explore the subconscious, with the distorted clocks symbolizing the fluidity and subjectivity of time, influenced by Freudian psychology and potentially Einstein’s theory of relativity. From Google.
Could Leon Russell’s version of As Time Goes By be the best ever? I think so…mature Leon was awesome, too.
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