Tuesday, December 5, 2017

-what sticks-

 a good turn deserves another
Seasonal Holiday  devotional gatherings = people making the best of things.
 what we bring to such occasions,  and what we take away,  is not always clear.

to honor what is natural,
to accept what simply is,
what is- real- is,
ironically

in a most artificial way,
 expressed in Human group Ritual action.
The common place sacralized with uncommon behavior .
Planning and expectations, preconceptions altering awareness,
individual direct experience is linked with peer learning,
 combined with appealing to unseen spiritual third parties
 social perception, spiritual conception,sacred dimension
Loose yourself-Find yourself
I carry on the Old- New-Old Pagan Tradition
To respect- reciprocate -reaffirm collectively that we are blessed nurtured and supported by powers , beings, spirits beyond our self knowing, and group understanding.
Habitualized Gratitude - Plainly Part of the People Puzzle Picture.

Long live the Tradition !




Thursday, November 2, 2017

gninruter dna gninrut

2002
reverence observation discernment association awareness attention experiential context reference  
                                                                      
  narrative illustrating the ( not pictured)


So thankful for this image,digital file scanned and shared, it's information re prioritized,  the referencing of light and shadow upon form, taking shape, transformed
 with associated memories, My Wife,( not pictured), did not take this photo, as she was present,
 with our less than two year old Son , ( not pictured) ,
 in a sling against her breast, ( not pictured), at the Time..

Truth be told, I would have not been there, or a member of the organization at that time, if not for the man, second from the viewers left, who shared this image with me,  after the memorial. of the man on the viewers right.

My Father, (not pictured), who was present at my first official  ritual of the organization with the founder, second in from the viewers right  , was living his last Summer that year,
 He had left a print of his art , with the owner, ( not pictured) of the location background ,
 of the photo  , when I was with him, about forty years from now,
  twenty five years - from the time, the photo was taken .

Twelve years before, at the tenth anniversary of the festival event , that was to happen,
 for the first time, at the location, that I thought was my first time at , but,  turns out ,  it wasn't.
I was asked to do a drawing for a thank you, or birthday card to be presented to the
 location owner ( not pictured).
That was the first summer, that the group that I had started, (not pictured)--( Green Man Grove ADF ) was recognized by the organization as one of its branches, I was recognized as a senior druid.

Within the group, ( not pictured), that I had started, how I was recognized depended on,
 who you asked, as well as when you asked, and where you asked.

The process of perpetuating the encouragement of contribution can deprive one of the critical ability to chose and differentiate your own.....( not pictured)
welcome returning care attention cycle





Tuesday, October 3, 2017

turning and returning

photo by David Kling -  used with permission , gratitude and appreciation




 In respect,
 with regards,
 I had My Wife look up the photographer, to seek permission, to post the photo,
 shared with Me, by the Man, pictured , second from the left , after seeing him,
 at the Memorial, of the Man on the far right.

I am so glad , to have this image, of this moment,  of these People.
         A Keepsake of the occasion..
for those that find significance in the arrangement and context of groupings
I am third from right, fourth from left, as viewed on screen.
In real life , at the time , the organizations founder is standing in front- left of Me.
 Standing  on my right, the first to leave the organization,( among this particular group) .

peculiar priest picture people placement
posterity production proclivity pattern persons
paranormal  probability posture potential

As it turns out this image is the last I was to be at that Location.
The two Men on my left, viewed as right by the observer,
 the first,  and second , of this  photo group,  to Die, years later.

I had a  memorable one to one,  with both, unexpectedly,  after this photo,
 on separate occasions,  I bonded with them,  met their Wives
 oblivious to the level of Health struggle they were engaged in,
 thrilled that they remembered  me,  appreciated my work,  acknowledged my sacrifice.

We laughed about old stuff,  a tradition of sharing our Spiritual  Work with one another,
 often in the hustle bustle long distance festival gathering camp out ritual workshop - kind of way,   many faces to many faces.  ones upon a time.
Then a short time later...... a sudden shift in relationship,

 after the face to face,- one on one.    The Woman I had just  met,
 as the Wife of my organizations  conceptual clergy coalescence creation  crop,

 ( pictured above )

  was arranging and facilitating,
what would turn out to be,  the last communication between,
 My self and a person,
 who -  facing death,
 expressed an interest in engaging in a socially awkward,
 emotionally uncomfortable,  physically challenging, final exchange, with Me.

What a profound trans personally private  Gift.
The sharing of what is Real, contact , comfort,
 at least trying.
 a continuation of the tradition of showing the world how you care.
what you care about .
Naturally part of a cyclic life -spirit exchange.
Not so much about the content of what is shared,
 but, the way it is shared,
Authentic and genuine truth,  as it can best be articulated .
Life is too short for less.

Respect




Tuesday, September 19, 2017

The ways of Things

Photo by My Wife of a free floating buoyant colony of suspected filamentous blue green algae combined with some persistent diatomaceous funk in a flipped over sealed mustard jar on top of a upside down broken solar yard light as a pedestal.




How things take form,
How things come together,
Grow and develop,
Story relationships,  perspectives .






Photo by My Wife of the rear of My magic transportation devise in the form of a 71 VW type 2  painted prized and loved   sets    next to the puppet stage contained and covered next to the studio at the Home it brought Me to.moving protecting inside





Wednesday, September 13, 2017

selective sensation sensitivity sense secret



Special separate sacred safe secure space
slippery static social solitary soul syllabus
speak spirit speech,  see surrounding sojourn

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

memorial meaning monumental momentary maps movement

linked in space and time on many dimensions simultaneously

Where stand i ?


Perhaps there is a basic rootedness to be found in the movement of distant far away objects,
to sense and respond to perceived influence and inspiration.....


 at the center of all
Respect
Appreciation


Preserving the legacy and memory of contribution and sacrifice.
The Safe guarding of  life's Spiritual Work,
To see that it is not corrupted, wasted or miss-used.
Honorably Remembered,
Living on.
Beyond the combination of meat and mind that is the creator of any prayer,
 a strangely sympathetic sometimes synchronistic soul sound spirit sensitivity shared.
Love is not limited to the living.
Care and concern continue creatively in the compositions and constructions of culture and craft.
 Sacred Memory
What the Dead believe in,  is of as much,  or more importance than individual,  or collective popular opinion , of the current state of reality,  in this World among the living.
Technology teamed with the basic approve- dis approve, yes- no, happy- sad , up - down
,right-wrong.
A fenced in cage of characters, in an artificial landscape,
 a spiritual navigation reference,
 that is not about place connection and the revolutionary movements of Sun, Moon and Stars ;
 but connection control,  service accounts,  personal pocket power projector.repeater reproducer reflection reflex.

Earrach of Pittsburgh

You are here, and in many of MY Blog posts.
Just because you are Dead, doesn't change that.






Thursday, August 31, 2017

passing child of earth and sun

My Wife texted Me while commuting, of  the move from Hospital to Hospice, of My Friend,
 before I posted last to this blog, Hoping he might see it.

My Wife insisted that I repeat back to her the tarot card reading  I had shared with her earlier, that I had written in my sketch book/ journal the day before, from the first reading of a new "Tarot of Druids" deck I picked up on a college tour with  My Son.

My Wife was sending the reading to the Wife of My Friend, also a reader.
Apparently, He passed as I was going through the layout, the cards their position and meaning, not to worry about my wrong Irish name spelling for now etc.
The Seven of Cups,described as,inspiration- artistic success - desire to start over , the final card.





My Wife and I were going to pick up ceramic supplies and get three paintings and a print from a show that closed on My Son's birthday.
We had time to spare so we looked at the "hand made paint" studio and store next to the ceramic supply.
I bought a tube of oil paint labeled "Bohemian Green Earth."
My Wife was commenting about the special place that we went to dine next to the Rondout,
The Out of the Hospital restaurant.

My Wife received a text to call, when She checked her phone, after we had ordered the cold seafood  sampler and a couple of soups, I found out My Friend had died before the waitress came back.
We fed many hungry cute little sparrows with bread and oyster crackers in the outside dining area.

We were fortunate to spot a friend and gallerist of the Gallery we were going to, having dinner in the window of another storefront restaurant.
After picking up My four pieces we picked up some groceries,
I got a 2018 Almanac.
My Wife picked up a book from a free book table the library set up at the grocery store sliding door,
" THE TIMETABLES OF HISTORY, a horizontal linkage of people and events"