Monthly Archives: December 2011

Where We Tread Enchanted Ground

 

 

 “Where Yuletide brings the pain of loss will Mistletoe bring love, beneath my humble leaves let love be now kindled. What fairer grave goods for the sun bright lord than the promise of love new kindled? When two now meet beneath my leaves, let loves kiss light between them. Let the light of love remember him that the world weeps for this season.”

Yule: The Story of Mistletoe

 

The Druids above all trees of the forest esteemed nothing more scared
than the mistletoe bearing oak, For the thunder-besom, struck by lightning, bears among its branches the visible emanation of Celestial fire, the mistletoe.

 Said to open all locks as well as confer the gifts of abundance, fertility, protection and invulnerability to those who are protected by its golden boughs. Considered an all healer, the Master-Key as well as a lightning-conductor, it possesses the power of revealing all treasure on earth.

To be gathered on the winter solstice, when the sun is in Sagittarius and the moon is on the wane. It must be shot from the tree (not cut from the tree with a common knife) and not suffered to touch the earth as is befitting of its divinity, ere its potency be lost.

We celebrates the end of darkness, the return of light to the earth.

 

Keep the love light burning….

No Flys in the Ointment

Number 66

Wu Wei for the Holidays

Said to be slower, lower and weaker
It seems rather significant that the character
Wei developed from the symbols for a clawing hand
and a monkey, since the term Wu Wei means no
going against the nature of things; no clever tampering;
no Monkeying Around.

No flys in the ointment

Let all good things happen

Whatever is this, let it be – Kabir

Lounging with Grapes

Number  67

 Ipad Keyboard and Case

“After falling in love with the iPad, you chucked your laptop out the window and swore that your life had changed forever. But it wasn’t long before your laptop started following you around, was it? Little by little you began to leave your iPad behind. You wished that you were using it more. You wished that it was just as magical as you hoped it would be. The truth is that you really needed a keyboard. Not all the time, mind you, but enough so that your hastily composed emails signed with “- Sent from my iPad” wouldn’t be read like “- Sent from my divan, where servants are hand-feeding me grapes as I lounge and browse the Interwebs.”

From Think Geek

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Chamber’s Book of Days

Number 68

Chamber’s Book of Days 

One of my favorites.
 It was stated to be the desire of the Editor—while not discouraging the progressive spirit of the age, to temper it with affectionate feelings towards what is poetical and elevated, honest and of good report, in the old national life ; while in no way discountenancing great material interests, to evoke an equal activity in those feelings beyond self, on which depend remoter but infinitely greater interests; to kindle and sustain a spirit of patriotism, tending to unity, peace, and prosperity in our own state, while not exclusive of feelings of benevolence, as well as justice, towards others. It was desired that these volumes should be a repertory of old fireside ideas in general, as well as a means of improving the fireside wisdom of the present day.
 
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The Bees Knees

 

Number 69

The Bees Knees

Her Majesty’s Secret Beekeeper

Pythagoreans worshipped bees as Aphrodite’s sacred
creature, who in their honeycombs create perfect
hexagons; their endless symmetry seemed to suggest
to them an underlying order in the cosmos.

Established on June 29th, 2009 in San Francisco,
HMSBeekeeper focuses on local honey, gourmet single
source and infused honeys, pollen and propolis,
locally made soap, candles, balms, and lotions,
as well as exceptional yet economically priced
beekeeping equipment. If it is made from the hive,
they are likely to carry it.

 

Just Kids

Number 71

Just Kids by Patti Smith

It was the summer Coltrane died, the summer of love and riots, and the summer when a chance encounter in Brooklyn led two young people on a path of art, devotion, and initiation. Patti Smith would evolve as a poet and performer, and Robert Mapplethorpe would direct his highly provocative style toward photography. Bound in innocence and enthusiasm, they traversed the city from Coney Island to Forty-second Street, and eventually to the celebrated round table of Max’s Kansas City, where the Andy Warhol contingent held court. In 1969, the pair set up camp at the Hotel Chelsea and soon entered a community of the famous and infamous—the influential artists of the day and the colorful fringe. It was a time of heightened awareness, when the worlds of poetry, rock and roll, art, and sexual politics were colliding and exploding. In this milieu, two kids made a pact to take care of each other. Scrappy, romantic, committed to create, and fueled by their mutual dreams and drives, they would prod and provide for one another during the hungry years. Just Kids begins as a love story and ends as an elegy. It serves as a salute to New York City during the late sixties and seventies and to its rich and poor, its hustlers and hellions. A true fable, it is a portrait of two young artists’ ascent, a prelude to fame.

I felt like a found long lost kin, a soul sister when I read this book last week.

Patti, Patti, oh yes Patti!

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