Definition:
That entity who’s magic is exhibited in the cosmic occurrence of the ABSOLUTE right song at the right time being plucked from your brain and put on the radio.
You know exactly what I mean.
Today she got me with Suzanne Vega's "Marlena on the Wall". 1986 college Theatre college. Madly in love.
Prior to that nugget she hasn't let up:
we've had, oh let's see:
Scar Tissue -Red Hot Chili Peppers
Hold On - KT Tunstall
Sea and Sand - The Who
Whole of the Moon -The Waterboys
too many others
Life has become about boundaries. But not walls or fences or even lines in the sand.
More like sacred circles, protected yet open
never broken
Evolution of a priestess I suppose. Or a soul. Or a mom. Or a me.
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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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