Winter

Here in England, in the northern grey climate, my body adjusts to the seasons with deeper colour and more significant notice than ever before. It is the damp, and it is the English disposition. They get to me, and I eat and I eat to keep warm, and still I am pinched and pale like a medieval vampire, and it's not bad, it just is. The people who were born here, who know this as home and as life and as mother, they thrive in it! They are silkies, grey like the sky and the sea, unconcerned about a slim image, lovin' their fried fish.
I recently read All The Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy, and he speaks of how the land of one's birth shapes the persona of a man, and that persona cannot just be transplanted, it does not thrive in another land...its body does not respond, does not learn the love of that land, it returns home eventually.
When the west was young and wild we could feel that, but for us in this strange millennium, what if home is not land? What if home is shifting along with the fluids of the body and the waves of the mind, unstable, influenced, changing.... Questions of home and bodies and land, they are important to the human life, and they are a big part of this English adventure.
It was good to be home in the land of my birth over Christmas, to be home in the space of my heart in Turkey; It is good now to be home in the nest of my lover and my children, to adventure into fresh senses of home in this new moon.
Tomorrow begins my whirling dervish training....land, bodies, home, all shifting, all turning, a universe to fly through. ~Joy for winter~ Peace in the falling Snow.

Ride the Serpent West

We are back we are back we are back, from the depths of contrasts and the crests of mental heights, from the joyous impulsivity of the journeyer and the weary gladness of the traveller, we are home in snowy England. It was a marvellous journey, this last two months, into the thesis and out again, into the Turkish sense of passion to carry it with me, into the sunny craggy bounteous family of mountains and sea to crying, salt running down my cheeks, woeful but happy departure home. I NEVER thought I would call England home, but it's just that. The resiliency of the human being will always amaze me.

For 2010 I wish that our careers will continue to grow in parallel, Kevin and I, with the twin flame as our symbol. I wish that my deepest dreams, of which I am finally ready to speak, will begin to take root at the practical and manifest level. I wish that much travel to visit my many families, and for them to visit me, will happen easily at minimal financial cost. I wish for the stars to open in fiery song to me! It is a beautiful beautiful sparkly year to come, and I wish that you will continue to be a part of it.

Love love love love love love love ;)

Merry Christmas

May the light of the season open the seeds of your heart.
Much Love! ~Merry Christmas~

Easy Rhythms

Dear Lovers,
Turkey was beautiful... the people smile they are gifting to each other all the time they eats lots of candy and everybody smokes they laugh easily and sway and bounce along the streets... In Istanbul the smell of salt sea permeates much of the city clean ocean breezes contrast to the messiness of millions apartments rise in skyscraper colors of pink and orange and yellow... In Konya a vast open landscape meets a giant sky still the skyscraper apartments but oddly misplaced in the open space mosques dot the skyline... many many passions of spiritual fervor float on the wind...
In Turkey I was greeted and welcomed and embraced by all who met me... given help and cay (tea) at every moment... soaked in smiles and gave myself over to laughter and a great and wonderful sense of joy. I pass this joy on to you now :) Much Love!!!

It's a girl!

Well, my little 100 page darling is at the bookbinders being incubated. I will leave in a few minutes to get her. It was an amazing birth, totally supported, totally paced, completely intense. I have not slept but one hour since Tuesday morning, and it is Thursday afternoon now. There were peaks of beautiful energy that was flow flow flow, there were lulls where I had to sit at my computer and feel fuzzy. And there was the culmination, when those last few sentences that had been bothering me came out all wonderful (that was 5am this morning). Then the formatting thing and the unforseens, like running out of ink and having the printer "not recognize" my replacement cartridge. Eventually I made it to the birthing room, and she rolled right off the press like I've been doing this for years! Yes, I am carrying the metaphor a little far, so would you. The point is Pleased I Am, Not Perfect is my babe, but golly she is gorgeous. Muchas Gracias Gaia for keeping me strong, bless me with deep sleep tonight!

Blogging

Today is a gateway for higher understanding. Be thankful for what you receive today. It has the power to carry you.

Blogging is a beautiful way to manifest our connectedness across space-time boundaries. So is facebook, to some degree, instant messaging, tweets. These are all so limited, that the intention behind the post is key, and this brings us one step closer to reviving our telepathic sense.

In Hindu cosmology we have not evolved so much as devolved from our original perfect angelic state. The whole cyclic process of humanity, earth herself, and the cosmos is not a linear movement from mud to ascension. It is a V of movement down one side and back up the other. The still point at the base is the heaviest, the moment where transition from incarnating to transcending happens. It is holographic, simply not tied in to years or documentary, but shifting and reflective at every microscopic point.

The internet, as a pretty fab human invention, mirrors our ability to reflect endlessly in infinite directions, and to be reflected back to. It is a resource in line with the current experience of being human. And that is why I embrace it. And I love blogging, sending out little threads of power via ethernet. Receiving them too.

The lines in black above are from a fellow blogger. Check him out at http://mysticnumbers.wordpress.com. Pretty soon I will change my template so that the blogs I follow are visible when you read my page. If you start a blog yourself, send me the link. I will love to be in etheric electric communication with you in every expanding variety.

Peace and Love~

Monsters and Angels

This whole murky thing of applied theory, when one is applying it in ones mind and not in ones body, is akin to a hairy globulous monster hiding under the bed. It advances thought,which changes the way we perceive being human, which changes the way we make policy and the way we interact. It is useful, but can it be angelic? Only when we love it as a monster.
This year I have been subsumed in critical theory, that is what masters degrees are about. It is an important incarnating step for birth into maturity as an artist. I could get sidetracked, but I have angels.
Those angels, they make me laugh and take breaks, and they get sick and draw me pictures, those wonderful familial angels. Those angels, they make me cry and pound the keys wildly on the keyboard, they make me take 2 hours for a mere four sentences, they flutter around my desk and give me great strength, those wispy apparitions.
And that monster, like most of its type, would rather giggle and smile as its hairy mass is brushed, as its globulousness is swaddled in care.
It flips, just like trauma flips in the healing process to become strength and resource, this monster also flips, showing its side of light.