spring equinox. balanced
also the start of the astrological new year
nearly easter i really like the fact of a wandering easter, the equation to work out when it will fall is:
‘the first sunday, after the full moon, following the vernal equinox’
which gives it a Terence Trent D’Arby neither Fish nor Fowl feeling
ie. it’s a Lunar festival based on the roaming moon, but is tethered to a solar year event.
today!
woke up singing my fave Bowie song, which somehow manages to be ridiculous, pompous and emotionally moving, all at once
David Bowie – Memory Of A Free Festival Lyrics
The Children of the summer’s end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played Our songs and felt the London $ky
Resting on our hands
It was God’s land
It was ragged and naive
It was Heaven
Touch, We touched the very soul
Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn’t, but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day
Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
To paint that love
upon a white balloon
And fly it from
the topest top of all the tops
That man has pushed beyond his brain
Satori must be something
just the same
We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through
And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
And away they soared
Climbing through
the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
And We walked back to the road, unchained
“The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We’re Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We’re Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We’re Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We’re Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We’re Gonna Have a Party.”