Yesterday I got my new soft contact lenses. I've worn hard for 25 years and switching was a long process. Uncorrected I am 20/400, in layman's terms -blind as a freaking bat!
Today, I'm 20/20 for the first time in my life.
I'm also in the process of having the last permanent bridge put in my loud mouth.
So what. you ask?
Well, for most of my life I've had dreams of my teeth falling out (which eventually they started doing -genetics)
But the dreams were pretty disturbing.
After some research I went with Carl Jung's explanation:
Teeth represent power. Ancient man, upon killing a beast would remove its teeth and wear them as a symbol of taking the beast's power. We, in the present, tap into that ancient memory and ritual through dreaming. Our "bat phone" to the collective unconscious.
So here I am today with a full mouth of teeth and clear vision.
And yet
And yet
I am restless....
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Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
- Mary Oliver
stirring, tasting, stirring, sometimes drowning....
if you've seen Harold and Maude...
In Blackwater Woods
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
- Mary Oliver
Drowning Moon
Seastar
cauldron boil and cauldron bubble
tattoo musings
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