Dark and Light
I had a wonderful time with you last night. It was something I'd never done before and as an Aries persona, I like that immensely. A brand new adventure.
This spot in the universe with you, my invisible gang, is bright to me. I feel like keeping the glow going forever. But I'll settle for slightly less.
You're so funny.
Photo by Wen Shao-ying
posted by jm at 1:34 AM
20 Comments:
Wow, that almost looks like a Maxfield Parrish painting. Sorry I missed most of the fun last night! :o(
It was fun!! And the beauty of it all in written form is we can go back & enjoy again!! It was an amazingly successful idea, jm! And the moon in Libra was good timing . . . :-)
yes, lovely time. and it got me all inspired to cook a bunch of healthy things today for the following week.
Teddy Roosevelt is my favorite president and it was said that , at his dinner parties, the conversation would range to every topic under the sun because he was so well-read. Scorpio too, i believe. Last night reminded me of one of his dinner parties.
The image reminds me of the several borders between tangential realms, breathing softly into each other. Fishers catching fishes hungry for bait or curious squid drawn to lights, like poets poised to catch the fleeting shapes of feeling, listening to the sweetness of the night.
oooh, kadimoros, lovely imagery. tres bien.
Yes, thank you, jm, as I keep saying you are stretching the borders of this art we call 'blog'. I am honored to be here, and the boats are beautiful too!
Casey, so funny, years ago, I got a halloween tour af a deserted mansion in IL, an entire wing had been built for a visit by TR, he slept in it two nights...beautiful place, tooled leather walls from floor to high ceilings, different themes for each room and fireplace...Torn down about 6 months later to make a parking lot....
OMG! What a joy.
Everyone, please welcome my wonderful friend Kadimiros, who gave me by far the best dream interpretation of my life. He is a wizard. You are going to like him immensely.
The image reminds me of the several borders between tangential realms
This is largely the pursuit of the embodied spirits inhabiting this corner. Creative people with a desire to live in a real world but keep the tangential realms fully alive, perhaps even dominant.
Welcome, Kad.
Neith, it WAS a success, due to you and everyone's zest for new experience and will to enjoy life despite its troubles. As I've said...YOU started it! I think we've really got something here. Something very very special.
I think we'll see the sruggle between joy and despair all the next year when Jup is in Sag squaring the nodes. I've always known which side I'm on. The surprise is the sharing.
I'm delighted. Fun is a forgotten talent.
Casey! That's great. A fabulous famous Rooseveltian dinner party!
Virtual reality can't even be compared to other ones. It's its own thing and we are exploring this new frontier.
juno, how beautiful.
like poets poised to catch the fleeting shapes of feeling, listening to the sweetness of the night.
That is gorgeous. Sweetness is not usually the word for the night, but it is for me. People associate darkness with fear and running for cover, but I find it a comfort. The night itself is a cover. The silence is part of the sweetness.
And the shapes of feeling? Amost unimaginable.
Sigh, Kadimiros you feel like Kindred.
im glad you've arrived, we've been waiting for you.
That is gorgeous. Sweetness is not usually the word for the night, but it is for me. People associate darkness with fear and running for cover, but I find it a comfort. The night itself is a cover. The silence is part of the sweetness.
And that is a perfect description of why I prefer to live in the countryside instead of a city. It smell LOTS better for one thing and the night sounds change gently from season to season . . . there is no silence like that created by 4-5" of snow!!
And I second Tseka's statment . . . welcome, Kadimiros!
JM i'm sitting here eating my mediterranean salad piled high with armenian cukes and gabanzo beans, remembering with pleasure last evening. What a nice gift all of you are, so generous with your wisdom and hearts.
i am not experienced with snow...monsoons, yes. snow, no.
Neith's right. Snow makes an incredible silence, especially when it's falling thickly in the evening.
Welcome, Kadimiros. :o)
Tseka, I knew for sure the kindred feeling you would get from Kadimiros, and I thought everyone else would recognize him too.
You are in for a treat if we are lucky enough to have him around.
Two of my favorite things about kadimiros are his love and knowledge of mythology. Pisces rising, if I remember correctly.
I compleeeeeeeetly agree about snow. I love the winter. The hush on the world is so beautiful and the crystalline purity is sacred.
I agree with tseka. what a gift you all are.
I expect this winter will be one of my best.
Thank you all for the warm welcome. The blog is inspirational. I will visit now and again.
"He is a wizard."
Oh, maybe I just tell the shapes of clouds.
Have you ever watched a clock to see the second hand move, trying to catch the trick of time in its magic act, conjuring movement out of being; or mused over the swift transformation of thought into language?
Maybe we don't need to be physicists, linguists, or to robe ourselves in borrowed beliefs, when we can swirl between and beyond thought in a million ways. Every lover performs magic.
"Sweetness is not usually the word for the night, but it is for me. People associate darkness with fear and running for cover, but I find it a comfort."
I wonder what the fishers think and feel. Do their thoughts hold their loved ones like a warm mist; do they ever feel that they breathe the night like fishes breathe water? Do they ever glide into bliss when they taste the night?
Breathe, in the night, and, breathe the night in. There is more that happens in every breath than the daylight eye can see.
Kadimiros, what a surprise and pleasure.
or mused over the swift transformation of thought into language
Have I ever mused? Ha. Don't you mean is there a day when I haven't mused over the turning of thought into language? Such an exciting pursuit in it's speed and impossibility. Chasing spirits.
I have a theory that this kind of transformation, here in these special spaces, involving our finger tips in the translation, is our hands reaching for unknown mental territory. Virtual realities from the cosmos. Little specs.
I don't have the words to express, believe it or not, my love of this phrase.
robe ourselves in borrowed thought
There is a distinct character to those who live by night. I am one. I'd like to know who the fishers are.
I do know exceptional quiet is an aim. They can hear the fish well, the ones in water and the ones in the mind.
"I don't have the words to express, believe it or not, my love of this phrase. 'robe ourselves in borrowed thought'"
Time for ::skinny-dipping::
Absodamnlutely, Kad!
Some naked truth!
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