Month: November 2012

Hanuman

peculiar, around town lunchtime, kept on thinking i saw folk i knew, went over, to find it wasn’t them, an uglier version, my friends are much more beautiful!
which of course raises the preposterous notion that somewhere out there there is a beautiful version of me.
oh and the hanuman pic, groovy bright pic for a rainy eve!..after dance, i found a hanuman amulet trinket thing on my car seat… which isn’t that odd, as it was one of many i got in haridwar
love these memory jolts… of swimming in the fast flowing ganga at vishnus footsteps (during the mela!), the joyful palaver, which combines the vibe of a family trip to the sea side, with powerful ancient religious ritual, head shaving and floating flowers and galloshers of incense!
to be honest i know nothing of hanuman, i’ve always been much more fascinated by female spiritual power.. and think the more of that there is in the world the healthier we all are
… but, theres also something lovely about the male energy of hanuman too, powerful, strong, loyal, wise, loving and above all direct. yep, i’m rather enjoying being a bloke at the mo!

Fu Manchu

ooh i wore my purple thai fishing trousers this morning, bagginess abounds, they always make me feel happy, wrapped myself in a blue blanket (from joya!) and feeling much like Fu Manchu meditated in the equally blue glumness of morning light… mostly attempting to let go of my relentless desire to self dramatise. ha. indeed
…isn’t it amazing how some magical garments always lift our spirits, when i was 8 it was a pair of leopard skin y-fronts.. loved those pants!

Wildheart

full moon, a washed out, astonished light
finally leaving the warmth of the fire (at half past gawd knows!), ambling back to my tent
slivers of cloud, hugging the ground, snake wraith dancing down the broad swathe of valley,…beautiful
… thanks for all the vibrant connections, whether during flung about boisterousness at the ceilidh, sensual caress in biodanza, hula hooping, else just the good natured gabble stewarding at the gate, a delight x

Blackberries

blackberries! the juice is such a colour, not purple, no, yet it refuses to be blue or red or even black
fascinates me the way that nature harmonises
the flower blossoms are washed through with a purple-ish pink premonition of the fruit yet to come
and the ruddy stained colour of the tendrils. Fanged. Barbaric. Snaking
hmm scratched forearms, its not the obvious, avoidable, barbs and tusks which do the damage, rather the small thorns (sleeping beauty?) with their continual rowdy prickling as you go to pick a berry… them and the venomous hidden sulk of nettles
… oh i do horrible love words ….
Somehow the human scale of blackberry picking, its comfortable inevitability
for sure our supple soft minds can …solve quadratic equations, juggle, speak latvian
but mostly they evolved whilst we were wallowing in bushes, eyes grubbing out the ripest fruit, then: nimble of limb, the yogic stretch, to deftly pluck… then greedy stuff and quaff of berry guzzle. yeah!

Bless the Weather

(from back in July, but still love the song)

Nooooooo! in a mood of reckless foolhardy optimism i checked the weather forecast for the next month…. just don’t
the most upbeat quote i found was this, i imagine it intoned in the voice of a lonely weather boffin, forlorn and lachrymorose:
“For southern and eastern areas there may be a lull in the wettest and windiest weather briefly, but confidence in this is low.”

Kind

i love to stomp around, the ego rage of indignation, a pompous preen of arrogance, subsumed by the sudden squalls of feeling
mind and emotion are so closely interwoven, thoughts and feelings topple into each other, a dunken lurch, the waltz round the dance floor
today i woke thinking more of kindness, what is the basis of kindness? why empathy and compassion, often people proclaim their heart centredness?
but with me, what do i achieve, being good to my friends (who does not do that?) being friendly to people i like?
hmm, actually i do not believe that altruism is merely a sop to ego…
i like to think of myself as kind, but i think this is because often i have been stuck on the edge, peripheral
alone, feeling ignored, with nowhere to look but outwards… yeah, many of us knows how that feels… somet
and sometimes compassion flourishes through reluctance, of grumpily not much feeling like helping someone but doing it anyway
or of seeing someone, feeling incapable of acting, but feeling that twinge of remorse.. and i actually think there is merit in that too
of course it works best when heart, emotion and spirit are all in yoke! Be helpful with joy in your heart! cultivate the softness, cherish feelings of gentleness, gratitude and generosity x