Are you ready?
All through the long spring, there was laughter and play and delight.
On through the heat of summer, plenty and fruitful there was.
Freely were those fruits given; more than freely were they taken and spent.
Now autumn flies past; where is the bounteous harvest?
Strewn haplessly, wastefully.
Who has been saving against the winter?
A long, long winter it will be.
Hard, for the grasshopper.
Neither ant nor grasshopper, some of us have striven to preserve the bounty, if not as much as we should have, still we are trying. Learning to be more like the ant, yes. Yet the grasshopper in me still dances in the sunlight, even though now it is while weeding and gathering at the same time.
Will it be enough?
Lavendar, roses, and many others, oft times will bloom twice in a year. Beauty and bounty, hope for the future, may appear unannounced, in unlikely places. Watch for them.
For here we stand at the edge of Winter, and They have spoken.
It is time to blossom.
Are you ready?
Friday, 16 October 2009
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Dream
Kind of scattershot dream, I don't think I'm actually in it, more like a witness.
Starts off in some building, going through something like a mall -- lit but with dark facings to the store fronts and ceiling. Somewhere inside a young woman is working on a project with photos from an earlier era, although apparently using some new processes of some sort. I think some of the photos were of people who had acted parts of people from the past (historical movies).
Another young lady -- teenager really, had a spray bottle of some stuff that 'makes you feel good'. Somehow the spray bottle stuff and the photo project interacted and a male actor dressed as a soldier shows up, who was in one of the photos. I'm not quite sure of him -- I recognized him as an actor, but it also seemed like he'd seen real action, which of course is quite possible. He's apparently pretty high and some of the people in the room told him he couldn't do that and needed to change, to which he replied that while it might be bad for his body, he could do whatever he wanted to it, it was his decision to make. He also said if they'd seen what he had, they might do drugs too.
Cut to girl with spray bottle outside, occasionally spritzing the air to make people 'happy'. Sunny day, just walking along. Come to a big open plaza with flat areas connected by steps the length of the squares. Um, kind of like you see in pictures/films of some place in Europe, but I don't know where specifically. Lots of people everywhere, doing whatever one does in a big plaza, going places, chatting, sitting on the steps, etc.
Then the soldiers come. Soldiers running, people running. Someone goes to pick up his/her brown paper bag of something and a soldier is there preventing them. Almost fearful, like there might be something dangerous in there. I had originally thought in the dream that the soldier was greedy for the contents, and that might be true, but fear was also there. The person backed off from taking the bag, and then the soldier decided the person could take it, essentially based on the response of the person to him. More running, yelling, there is fighting somewhere.
Get into a building. Maybe a parking garage? On at least the second storey up. Concrete floor I think. Slatted window openings in the wall in front and to the right of me where I'm sitting on the floor. The openings are a few feet across and go from floor to ceiling. There are other people over there, scattered about -- civilians/non-coms. To my left is S, sitting on some sort of chair -- folding chair? Not sure but it's minimalist. She's the age she is now, but more fit and wearing green military fatigues, including that hat I remember from our college days. Maybe if she'd looked as young as she was in the service I might have not recognized her, so my dream gave me as she is? Don't know. The reason I wonder about that is because standing up a bit past her is another soldier in green military uniform, a big black man with a deep voice. I immediately identify him as Massey. There's an alcove to the left of the wall with the openings, where some other soldiers are talking.
S tells the non-coms to lie down because they're too visible and could be targets. Some of them are idiots and lie down but with their feet next to or over the window opening edges, and I tell them to scoot up away from the windows. Meanwhile, Massey's quietly making fun of whoever their commander is -- some wet-behind-the-ears officer who apparently was having trouble adjusting to the reality of their situation -- he's just quietly saying "but, but, but, but..." There's some other chatter but I don't remember it now. I think we're essentially trying to wait out the fighting, hoping it moves on, so the civilians can be gotten out of there safely.
That's it.
Starts off in some building, going through something like a mall -- lit but with dark facings to the store fronts and ceiling. Somewhere inside a young woman is working on a project with photos from an earlier era, although apparently using some new processes of some sort. I think some of the photos were of people who had acted parts of people from the past (historical movies).
Another young lady -- teenager really, had a spray bottle of some stuff that 'makes you feel good'. Somehow the spray bottle stuff and the photo project interacted and a male actor dressed as a soldier shows up, who was in one of the photos. I'm not quite sure of him -- I recognized him as an actor, but it also seemed like he'd seen real action, which of course is quite possible. He's apparently pretty high and some of the people in the room told him he couldn't do that and needed to change, to which he replied that while it might be bad for his body, he could do whatever he wanted to it, it was his decision to make. He also said if they'd seen what he had, they might do drugs too.
Cut to girl with spray bottle outside, occasionally spritzing the air to make people 'happy'. Sunny day, just walking along. Come to a big open plaza with flat areas connected by steps the length of the squares. Um, kind of like you see in pictures/films of some place in Europe, but I don't know where specifically. Lots of people everywhere, doing whatever one does in a big plaza, going places, chatting, sitting on the steps, etc.
Then the soldiers come. Soldiers running, people running. Someone goes to pick up his/her brown paper bag of something and a soldier is there preventing them. Almost fearful, like there might be something dangerous in there. I had originally thought in the dream that the soldier was greedy for the contents, and that might be true, but fear was also there. The person backed off from taking the bag, and then the soldier decided the person could take it, essentially based on the response of the person to him. More running, yelling, there is fighting somewhere.
Get into a building. Maybe a parking garage? On at least the second storey up. Concrete floor I think. Slatted window openings in the wall in front and to the right of me where I'm sitting on the floor. The openings are a few feet across and go from floor to ceiling. There are other people over there, scattered about -- civilians/non-coms. To my left is S, sitting on some sort of chair -- folding chair? Not sure but it's minimalist. She's the age she is now, but more fit and wearing green military fatigues, including that hat I remember from our college days. Maybe if she'd looked as young as she was in the service I might have not recognized her, so my dream gave me as she is? Don't know. The reason I wonder about that is because standing up a bit past her is another soldier in green military uniform, a big black man with a deep voice. I immediately identify him as Massey. There's an alcove to the left of the wall with the openings, where some other soldiers are talking.
S tells the non-coms to lie down because they're too visible and could be targets. Some of them are idiots and lie down but with their feet next to or over the window opening edges, and I tell them to scoot up away from the windows. Meanwhile, Massey's quietly making fun of whoever their commander is -- some wet-behind-the-ears officer who apparently was having trouble adjusting to the reality of their situation -- he's just quietly saying "but, but, but, but..." There's some other chatter but I don't remember it now. I think we're essentially trying to wait out the fighting, hoping it moves on, so the civilians can be gotten out of there safely.
That's it.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Miscellaneous
Allergies: may be less allergic to hay/dust, but not to some other stuff. Mold, probably. Plenty of spores to go around this summer. Working on that.
***
Wrote on my LJ about the physical fitness stuff. Also getting a few projects done, continuing to try to organize/sort.
***
Have a new thing I'm doing as part of morning ritual activities. Am building the 'mists of Avalon' as it were, around the surrounding area. Not resisting with a solid wall so much as diverting unwelcome individuals, turning them aside. Those who would harm the Earth, may they and their projects dwindle away, may nothing come of them.
***
Had a flood dream. That was interesting... don't remember much of it now -- what preceded the flooding -- but there were odd things like a report that Shia LeBouef (what?) had said that he didn't believe that the flooding would be severe. Later he was found and rescued from a tree.... I suppose that could be symbolic of popular thought or something. Then I wondered what things looked like from being in a tree, so I was in a tree looking down at everything. Buildings half-submerged, things floating in the water, and the knowledge that more water was coming.
Although what I actually thought was weird wasn't the flood, which I'd been expecting, but the 'tree' I was sitting/standing in. I was in a somewhat open branchy part -- the thought came to me that it was almost like a seat or throne, although there wasn't anything obvious like a seat cushion of course. The leaves were Holly leaves. That was the part that got my attention.
American Holly tree grows 40 - 50 feet high. I had a couple of holly in Holyoke -- the bush type that are commonly sold at garden centers. And as long as you maintain them, they make a nice bush -- they'll get big if you let them, though.
Looking around.... according to the Celtic Tree Calendar, Holly represents the 8th month, or July 8th - Aug 4th. Interesting since we're currently in the middle of that time right now. This is also the time of year of the rule of the Holly King, until Winter Solstice.
All sorts of useful tidbits (the plant itself, magical properties, cultural uses and meanings, and more) on Holly here: Holly at Controverscial.com
I have a wand I cut (yes, I didn't do the Scottish thing of somehow removing it from the Holly bush without using a knife). L has one somewhere as well. We'd first 'used' them as props for a Halloween party, but they of course gained some power, as seems to be Holly's nature, and so we kept them. They still have the bark on, although I wonder if I should remove the bark somehow, to expose bare wood. Hm...
One of Holly's properties is protection, and I definitely felt safe in the tree, at least for the time I was going to be observing the area.
***
Wrote on my LJ about the physical fitness stuff. Also getting a few projects done, continuing to try to organize/sort.
***
Have a new thing I'm doing as part of morning ritual activities. Am building the 'mists of Avalon' as it were, around the surrounding area. Not resisting with a solid wall so much as diverting unwelcome individuals, turning them aside. Those who would harm the Earth, may they and their projects dwindle away, may nothing come of them.
***
Had a flood dream. That was interesting... don't remember much of it now -- what preceded the flooding -- but there were odd things like a report that Shia LeBouef (what?) had said that he didn't believe that the flooding would be severe. Later he was found and rescued from a tree.... I suppose that could be symbolic of popular thought or something. Then I wondered what things looked like from being in a tree, so I was in a tree looking down at everything. Buildings half-submerged, things floating in the water, and the knowledge that more water was coming.
Although what I actually thought was weird wasn't the flood, which I'd been expecting, but the 'tree' I was sitting/standing in. I was in a somewhat open branchy part -- the thought came to me that it was almost like a seat or throne, although there wasn't anything obvious like a seat cushion of course. The leaves were Holly leaves. That was the part that got my attention.
American Holly tree grows 40 - 50 feet high. I had a couple of holly in Holyoke -- the bush type that are commonly sold at garden centers. And as long as you maintain them, they make a nice bush -- they'll get big if you let them, though.
Looking around.... according to the Celtic Tree Calendar, Holly represents the 8th month, or July 8th - Aug 4th. Interesting since we're currently in the middle of that time right now. This is also the time of year of the rule of the Holly King, until Winter Solstice.
All sorts of useful tidbits (the plant itself, magical properties, cultural uses and meanings, and more) on Holly here: Holly at Controverscial.com
I have a wand I cut (yes, I didn't do the Scottish thing of somehow removing it from the Holly bush without using a knife). L has one somewhere as well. We'd first 'used' them as props for a Halloween party, but they of course gained some power, as seems to be Holly's nature, and so we kept them. They still have the bark on, although I wonder if I should remove the bark somehow, to expose bare wood. Hm...
One of Holly's properties is protection, and I definitely felt safe in the tree, at least for the time I was going to be observing the area.
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Communication
An interesting thing this week... now, I'm accustomed to praying regularly, be it going about my day or the more formal times of being at the altar or at a ritual. But. Hm, wonder if I can write this in a way that makes things clear.
I tend to, even when going about my business, to pause for a moment to gather myself together before saying anything. Then the other day I was helping out with the haying and have a huge sneezing fit. I'd taken my nettles that morning -- something I've been trying to make a regular habit of -- but hay and saw dust are a bit much. I'd just been sent up from the mow to go help in the wagon when I had the sneezing fit. Leaning against one of the barn timbers, I just came out with "Goddess, help me with these allergies!" And She did. I could feel a change from my head down my upper back, an (energy?) movement of some sort. And then I was pretty much good to go for the rest of the job.
The next morning I sneezed a few times and decided that rather than hit the nettles or OTC stuff right away, I would ask for help again, and again received it. My thought is that, perhaps, I might be becoming less allergic. Considering we had a few pumpkins go moldy this week, that's really saying something... I did have a bit of nettles later in the day as a little extra help, but for the most part things have improved. I am cautiously optimistic on the health front. And more than happy about having moved another step further along the path.
Who knew that haying could be a spiritual experience?
I tend to, even when going about my business, to pause for a moment to gather myself together before saying anything. Then the other day I was helping out with the haying and have a huge sneezing fit. I'd taken my nettles that morning -- something I've been trying to make a regular habit of -- but hay and saw dust are a bit much. I'd just been sent up from the mow to go help in the wagon when I had the sneezing fit. Leaning against one of the barn timbers, I just came out with "Goddess, help me with these allergies!" And She did. I could feel a change from my head down my upper back, an (energy?) movement of some sort. And then I was pretty much good to go for the rest of the job.
The next morning I sneezed a few times and decided that rather than hit the nettles or OTC stuff right away, I would ask for help again, and again received it. My thought is that, perhaps, I might be becoming less allergic. Considering we had a few pumpkins go moldy this week, that's really saying something... I did have a bit of nettles later in the day as a little extra help, but for the most part things have improved. I am cautiously optimistic on the health front. And more than happy about having moved another step further along the path.
Who knew that haying could be a spiritual experience?
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Hm.....
Was meditating for a good while this morning in front of the altar. L came down ill last night and still wasn't (and isn't as of time of this posting) doing well. I'd done my 'good mornings', asked for some healing on his behalf, and then put together some tea and ginger capsules for him, and finished with some hands-on healing work.
Then it seemed to me, it being Mother's Day, that some lit incense might be in order for all the goddesses and for Gaia herself.
Interesting stuff came up.... my statue of Ceridwen is the one where she's kneeling by a cauldron and she has a hen on one side and a pig on the other. It's one of the pigs that's like a little wild boar -- spikey and fierce, which I like about it. Anyway, here I am gazing at/through the smoke, and suddenly wonder about the depiction of avian/human/swine combined....
And I wonder what potion awaits us?
Then it seemed to me, it being Mother's Day, that some lit incense might be in order for all the goddesses and for Gaia herself.
Interesting stuff came up.... my statue of Ceridwen is the one where she's kneeling by a cauldron and she has a hen on one side and a pig on the other. It's one of the pigs that's like a little wild boar -- spikey and fierce, which I like about it. Anyway, here I am gazing at/through the smoke, and suddenly wonder about the depiction of avian/human/swine combined....
And I wonder what potion awaits us?
Friday, 3 April 2009
Dreaming
Mix of scenes and such. The person traveling with me changed appearance a number of times - young teen/man, L, the actor Michael Shanks (plays Daniel Jackson in the SG-1 tv series) with longish wavy hair (so, still kind of like L)....
We needed to get out of some place and got word to meet with some folks elsewhere. Transportation in this dream was on foot, bike, or bus. Some details are hazy now, but on the bus we met a nurse (?) my partner knew from sometime past, whose job was giving medications to people. Since she knew us, I was allowed to look in her case for something to help with some pain I was dealing with (with the ongoing fitness and gungfu training, this isn't exactly a surprise). The "pills" weren't regular pills -- they were round and most looked kind of like pearls, in different sizes. The large ones were momentarily tempting, but I went for the next size down. Over-medicating is a bad thing -- you can injure yourself if you don't know what your body's actual limits are, damage internal organs, or even die. [When I woke up this morning I reminded myself that I was supposed to be taking baths on the days between showers, so I can reduce the need for anti-inflammatories, and that I should ice more often after classes or hard workouts]
We met people who were gathered in a building, learning songs. There was a certain, folk-mass feeling to the whole thing, kinda weird. Anyway, there were some people showing us around, telling us about the music and the dancers (I got to practice a hey with one of the four lines of people who were in the practice) , and how they were getting everything ready for the ceremony, the which we were going to be a part of -- all part of the 'great plan'. They were being ostensibly supportive but.... my partner (who now looked like Shanks with long wavy hair) had gone outside to get ready, doing something with his hair to get it out of his face but still down in the back... I was still inside and overheard our guides talking about the ceremony. Yes, it was going to go mostly as rehearsed, but my partner was going to die, as part of it, because they were changing the purpose of the ritual. They were just playing along for their own purposes.
So I went outside and warned him, and we looked down at a slope outside, where some of our stuff was, and were figuring out how to get down there and get away. It was time to leave this area and these people behind, because they were not in fact commited to trying to change things for the better, but instead trying to maintain things as they were.
And here I woke up.
So, a world that is medicated, one way or another, into complacency. Various types of tech, agribusiness food, types of entertainment -- bread and circuses to drug people into complacency, mentally, emotionally, psychically, or literally. Even the drugs in the dream looked like 'treasure' -- tempting you to be like everyone else.
And then there are those who think they are doing the right thing, but are only willing up to a point, and then they may turn on you if you want to go a step further than they are willing to go.
We needed to get out of some place and got word to meet with some folks elsewhere. Transportation in this dream was on foot, bike, or bus. Some details are hazy now, but on the bus we met a nurse (?) my partner knew from sometime past, whose job was giving medications to people. Since she knew us, I was allowed to look in her case for something to help with some pain I was dealing with (with the ongoing fitness and gungfu training, this isn't exactly a surprise). The "pills" weren't regular pills -- they were round and most looked kind of like pearls, in different sizes. The large ones were momentarily tempting, but I went for the next size down. Over-medicating is a bad thing -- you can injure yourself if you don't know what your body's actual limits are, damage internal organs, or even die. [When I woke up this morning I reminded myself that I was supposed to be taking baths on the days between showers, so I can reduce the need for anti-inflammatories, and that I should ice more often after classes or hard workouts]
We met people who were gathered in a building, learning songs. There was a certain, folk-mass feeling to the whole thing, kinda weird. Anyway, there were some people showing us around, telling us about the music and the dancers (I got to practice a hey with one of the four lines of people who were in the practice) , and how they were getting everything ready for the ceremony, the which we were going to be a part of -- all part of the 'great plan'. They were being ostensibly supportive but.... my partner (who now looked like Shanks with long wavy hair) had gone outside to get ready, doing something with his hair to get it out of his face but still down in the back... I was still inside and overheard our guides talking about the ceremony. Yes, it was going to go mostly as rehearsed, but my partner was going to die, as part of it, because they were changing the purpose of the ritual. They were just playing along for their own purposes.
So I went outside and warned him, and we looked down at a slope outside, where some of our stuff was, and were figuring out how to get down there and get away. It was time to leave this area and these people behind, because they were not in fact commited to trying to change things for the better, but instead trying to maintain things as they were.
And here I woke up.
So, a world that is medicated, one way or another, into complacency. Various types of tech, agribusiness food, types of entertainment -- bread and circuses to drug people into complacency, mentally, emotionally, psychically, or literally. Even the drugs in the dream looked like 'treasure' -- tempting you to be like everyone else.
And then there are those who think they are doing the right thing, but are only willing up to a point, and then they may turn on you if you want to go a step further than they are willing to go.
Walking Thoughts
Originally posted elsewhere on Feb. 26, 2009.
Farmers and weavers,
Healers and teachers,
Warriors and hunters,
Makers of the all.
Feeding and guarding
Wisdom and learning;
Food and nourishment
Of body and soul.
The past and the future
Are bound in the now,
Only the childlike
May be not blind to it.
Too clever by half,
Some seek to avoid it;
Blind to what is,
Their future is certain.
Which is more real,
Apple or elf?
Science or magic
Or is there a difference?
***
This started on a walk L and I took on Tuesday. Felt like it needed a fifth verse. Recent happenings elsewhere are reflected in the fifth, and go together in my head anyway. I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with it or if it all hangs together, but there it is.
Farmers and weavers,
Healers and teachers,
Warriors and hunters,
Makers of the all.
Feeding and guarding
Wisdom and learning;
Food and nourishment
Of body and soul.
The past and the future
Are bound in the now,
Only the childlike
May be not blind to it.
Too clever by half,
Some seek to avoid it;
Blind to what is,
Their future is certain.
Which is more real,
Apple or elf?
Science or magic
Or is there a difference?
***
This started on a walk L and I took on Tuesday. Felt like it needed a fifth verse. Recent happenings elsewhere are reflected in the fifth, and go together in my head anyway. I'm not sure if I'm completely happy with it or if it all hangs together, but there it is.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Alban Eiler
Wow.
Most of the grove was sick so we did an astral grove. It was too bad we couldn't get together in person, but the astral was totally..... something else. We were completely surrounded by a Forest. And it was occupied. Animals, birds, all the critters you expect. And elves. And Ents. I love Ents. Apparently we shifted from being just on the regular plane.... or something.
Most of the grove was sick so we did an astral grove. It was too bad we couldn't get together in person, but the astral was totally..... something else. We were completely surrounded by a Forest. And it was occupied. Animals, birds, all the critters you expect. And elves. And Ents. I love Ents. Apparently we shifted from being just on the regular plane.... or something.
More from March
I haven't been posting for various and sundry reasons. Partly busy, partly sick, partly disenchanted with posting and with being online in general. Well, and discovering the joys of IMing with a few friends, which pretty much has satisfied a lot of my desire to share information.
L and I have started going to gungfu classes in Amherst. A lot of driving therefore, but the classes have been worth it. We're learning new and potentially useful stuff and getting in better shape. I'm trying to exercises on the other days as well, to try to make significant progress in physical improvement.
Been poking around, checking out interesting stuff online, including Rangering. That's been a rather involved process, with getting bows and stuff. And cleaning/sorting/etc. And other stuff that I won't go into here.
Our beloved kitty Roselynde has finally traveled on, as of the 30th. I do miss her, and yet at the same time there is now one less thing to worry and stress over. And I have taken the occasion of her crossing over as an opportunity to eliminate some things from my daily routine as well. Some other larger things may be going too, this year....
I am finding some of the things we do to be quite tiring now... mentally, emotionally. Some things may be changing this year in that regard.
I find I am both looking forward to and not looking forward to, this summer. I guess we'll see what May and June bring.
L and I have started going to gungfu classes in Amherst. A lot of driving therefore, but the classes have been worth it. We're learning new and potentially useful stuff and getting in better shape. I'm trying to exercises on the other days as well, to try to make significant progress in physical improvement.
Been poking around, checking out interesting stuff online, including Rangering. That's been a rather involved process, with getting bows and stuff. And cleaning/sorting/etc. And other stuff that I won't go into here.
Our beloved kitty Roselynde has finally traveled on, as of the 30th. I do miss her, and yet at the same time there is now one less thing to worry and stress over. And I have taken the occasion of her crossing over as an opportunity to eliminate some things from my daily routine as well. Some other larger things may be going too, this year....
I am finding some of the things we do to be quite tiring now... mentally, emotionally. Some things may be changing this year in that regard.
I find I am both looking forward to and not looking forward to, this summer. I guess we'll see what May and June bring.
Birthday Post
Yes, it's a month later, deal.
On my birthday, we went to East Heaven again. A favorite place for me, and we get a discount on the cost of the tub on my birthday. We were both under the weather, having had the flu (and a slow recovery over the month of March to come), so the soak in the tub was most welcome. I was doing my best to submerge all but my nose, sort of a sensory deprivation thing. Just relaxing into the water, trying to mostly float and let the jets do the moving.
I saw.... a spirit come to me. A water elf? She was beautiful, with a heart-shaped face and flowing hair, made of white highlights and shadow.
And then I was a hunter in deep forest. Great tall trees of immense, countless age, rocks with verdant green moss. It was night but the moon and stars shone through the branches, lighting on a rock here, moss there.
There came a clearing in the woods where the moon shone down in full on a pool, surrounded by rocks -- the handy sort that one can sit on, or use to get in and out of a pool. A tall slender woman with long silver hair stood there to one edge of the pool, inviting -- she was robed in silver garments and a low silver coronet or wreath -- hard to describe -- think the elves in LotR and you pretty much have it. A few maidens were bathing there already.
As I neared, I looked around and saw that male Elven warriors stood facing outward. Quite obviously I had been allowed in, seeing as one can hardly sneak up on folks such as these. An honor indeed, to see them and even more, Herself.
***
And then I was back with L in the tub. I did my observance and danced with the elements of course, same as last year. But that was a lovely additional gift, to see this other place. An excellent birthday indeed.
On my birthday, we went to East Heaven again. A favorite place for me, and we get a discount on the cost of the tub on my birthday. We were both under the weather, having had the flu (and a slow recovery over the month of March to come), so the soak in the tub was most welcome. I was doing my best to submerge all but my nose, sort of a sensory deprivation thing. Just relaxing into the water, trying to mostly float and let the jets do the moving.
I saw.... a spirit come to me. A water elf? She was beautiful, with a heart-shaped face and flowing hair, made of white highlights and shadow.
And then I was a hunter in deep forest. Great tall trees of immense, countless age, rocks with verdant green moss. It was night but the moon and stars shone through the branches, lighting on a rock here, moss there.
There came a clearing in the woods where the moon shone down in full on a pool, surrounded by rocks -- the handy sort that one can sit on, or use to get in and out of a pool. A tall slender woman with long silver hair stood there to one edge of the pool, inviting -- she was robed in silver garments and a low silver coronet or wreath -- hard to describe -- think the elves in LotR and you pretty much have it. A few maidens were bathing there already.
As I neared, I looked around and saw that male Elven warriors stood facing outward. Quite obviously I had been allowed in, seeing as one can hardly sneak up on folks such as these. An honor indeed, to see them and even more, Herself.
***
And then I was back with L in the tub. I did my observance and danced with the elements of course, same as last year. But that was a lovely additional gift, to see this other place. An excellent birthday indeed.
Friday, 16 January 2009
Day After Tomorrow.... A Few Thoughts
We watched Day After Tomorrow again yesterday. I'd forgotten that the global warming meeting at the beginning of the movie was in New Delhi, India -- where it was unseasonably cold and snowing a bit. Interesting seeing that part again now that there is unseasonably cold weather in India this year...
Of course the movie is very dramatic, with the mega worldwide storm thing happening and all. How likely is it for an ice age to hit in weeks? Also, are the super cold cells in the movie (looking like hurricanes but super cold and over land instead of over ocean) something that has ever happened in history?
I don't know much about how quickly the last ice age hit. And I think there were many years of things leading up to the final critical point. The real question is how near are we to that critical point? The balance of fresh water vs. salt water in the Atlantic is changing. And what about the Pacific? The Gulf Stream tends to be what scientists focus on, at least in America and Europe. Even in this movie, while they did mention Russia and Asia briefly (they actually did a scene in Tokyo near the beginning of the movie) and there were the tornadoes in L.A., there wasn't any discussion of freshwater effects on the Pacific. Maybe things are harder to figure out for that ocean because it's so much larger, and a different shape than the Atlantic.
I commented to L that the height of snow in parts of the movie would bury the farmhouse, and he replied that NYC being coastal they probably had it worse than places further inland. True enough, but I also remember a photo of my dad from when he was a kid. Standing outside a second-story window on snow that had drifted against one side of the house, in a non-coastal town in Maine. So, one doesn't have to be living during an ice age to have some of these concerns! But it's true enough that our area is somewhat protected against the worst of many storms, with the Berkshires catching a lot of it. Thank goodness!
Still, the weather in India and I think some neighboring areas this year does give one pause for thought.
Of course the movie is very dramatic, with the mega worldwide storm thing happening and all. How likely is it for an ice age to hit in weeks? Also, are the super cold cells in the movie (looking like hurricanes but super cold and over land instead of over ocean) something that has ever happened in history?
I don't know much about how quickly the last ice age hit. And I think there were many years of things leading up to the final critical point. The real question is how near are we to that critical point? The balance of fresh water vs. salt water in the Atlantic is changing. And what about the Pacific? The Gulf Stream tends to be what scientists focus on, at least in America and Europe. Even in this movie, while they did mention Russia and Asia briefly (they actually did a scene in Tokyo near the beginning of the movie) and there were the tornadoes in L.A., there wasn't any discussion of freshwater effects on the Pacific. Maybe things are harder to figure out for that ocean because it's so much larger, and a different shape than the Atlantic.
I commented to L that the height of snow in parts of the movie would bury the farmhouse, and he replied that NYC being coastal they probably had it worse than places further inland. True enough, but I also remember a photo of my dad from when he was a kid. Standing outside a second-story window on snow that had drifted against one side of the house, in a non-coastal town in Maine. So, one doesn't have to be living during an ice age to have some of these concerns! But it's true enough that our area is somewhat protected against the worst of many storms, with the Berkshires catching a lot of it. Thank goodness!
Still, the weather in India and I think some neighboring areas this year does give one pause for thought.
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