Movement and Dimensionality , Divisions of Space are a continuation of the ways we get around,and hope to get ahead.
Our steps, our contact with the Earth.How we make our way, The choices, direction,speed,Style and Fashion.,
Our Shoes are a metaphor of Life's Journey, and the traveling nature of Spirit and Time.
My Son is sporting the High Top Converse and the tails of a Trench Coat in the upper Left. My Wife's Crowley Tarot below him .
We are part of a culture that has a Retro- traditional, appreciation, respect.
A gratitude, trust and love for what fits, and works for us.,
My Left foot is in the lower right in the sacred Space of Our ritual of Summers end.
A Holiday that is not about the now,but the endless then that we emerge from .
It is about the passing and the passage.
A special magical Time of unknowing, between Worlds
Unaware of the impressions we may leave behind us.
The patterns we follow or the ones we trail behind.
I wanted to walk in the shoes of long ago this Summer, and I did.
I marveled at the life that grew from the sole of My Hob Nailed Brogans, Uncharacteristically oblivious to their effect on my crafted domestic interior.
The floors of my Home will never be the same.
Myriad countless depressions, points of contact,pressure, strain and weight leaving the marks, indentations on the soft woods grain,
An interruption of the plane or flow of what had been.
A journal of pace, A connect the dots Diploma of dynamic diameters
A map of My meandering That may spell out the old Druid favorite “ Walk with Wisdom”
A million Sacred Centers of My Making some how not revealing themselves to my hyper aware vision , till the shift in seasonal light.
Constellations on my floor
Between the dew and frost is the shape of being.
We are Change and changing.
Masking and Dancing to some ancient Agronomic Clock.
Troops of disguised door to door travelers.
Eccentric costumes of our own assembly.
We relate to one another from a different perspectives or vantage points.
Our form as a moving pattern as seen from a distance over Time is a real thing forever beyond knowing.
We can be aware of the certainty of culture as a shaper of how we perceive the world and our place in it .
We may not have the kind of impact on our surroundings that our culture has prepared us to look for and value.Our foot prints are what we leave behind.
Some how there is a unseen record of our activities .A compressed mark we leave on the fiber of Cosmic Order that is related to our own directional sense and what is right.
Differences we make that we are unaware of that have a causational relationship to the space and tone and forms around us.
We are significant, in a small but integral way.
Our actions make a difference.
Surroundings Respond
Our Thankfulness for what has been,
Helps us to recognize and better appreciate where we are and what we have.
our extra-dimensional impact,part of a twisty intertwined symbol family .
Bigger than We can Imagine
Broader than We can Believe.
