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| Me in Tree |
My Birthday falls within the broad Mythic Span of a Seasonal Holiday of some Significance to Druids ,
Old and New.
I also have a red birthmark on my right hand, which has a short thumb, that was smashed by my Grandfathers Rustic slab Table, that inspired my , "showing off",early intuitive, interpretive Leprechaun dance, causing the wobble that generated the fall of the Dancer, who is injured from his unstable platform , or Stage at about the age of five, or six years.
Identifiable features- fixed characteristics-
things that are associations that are not of my making, choice or wish.
things that are outside of personal control.
chance, fate, destiny,coincidence
irreversible events that leave their marks on our physical body and spiritual form.
Our senses and our ability to observe and interact with our surroundings
in this Month , that is the beginning of My Fifty Fifth Year Alive on this living growing Earth.
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| May Fly Larvae |
A great photographer who produced regular Holiday Cards.
He moved, the old phone number not working, I was afraid that We had lost touch.
I was relieved to find ,We had not .
I was Happy to receive Seasonal Blessing in the form of a phone call from the Father of My eleven Year Old Goddaughter.
Druid Soul Brother,Maker of the big Green Man Body Puppet twenty six years ago.speaking to Me of the things He was not supposed to know about -the development and change that took place with the coming of this May. Mysteries of dark and light,Red and Green, Man and Woman, Life and Death
Macro- Mystic -Meta- Morphology
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| May Tree bloom , last Summer late |
My Wife takes a picture of Me to post on Face Book , in the Morning, on my Birthday .in a T- shirt that is not representative of of the organizations I contribute to regularly, Yet I Love the Graphics, I Love the Group, Love the Cause.This shirt was purchased to replace the old one, that has fallen apart in it"s close to thirty Years in My Possession.
It was the base, of what would turn out to be, not enough layers of clothing, for a rainy cold day, on the Rivers edge ,with second grade Classes, Teachers , Parents, Chaperons .
I was to be working for the Organization that was not having it's annual Fund Raising Festival-Membership renewal, that I had purchased , My New T- shirt at last Year.
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| May Pole connections
"Is this slack tide?" asks a Teacher , I recognize from years of programs at this particular location, and in attendance at the Organizations annual festival, that will not take place this year.
" It's Weird," I say. As High as I've ever seen it,The River was slopping up on the banks of the hiking trail, encroaching on the path from the bridge across the lower Esopus Kline Kill ,
I pointed out an old and large end of a sawed off Log,
floating between the currents , of the two moving , fluid , bodies and the surge and pressure swelling with the Tide ,and the consistent mist and drizzle coming down, with the occasional intermittent shower , of a rather calm and gentle sort.
Not a bad wind, but colder than I had prepared for.
The Second Grade Class watched as the Log passed back and forth under the bridge as if propelled and piloted by some intelligent controller.
A Log with a Mission.
The Seine Net and Chest Waders were piled up on the high ground where the Organization that owns and operates the Location has been doing erosion control planting. It looked like a Willow got snapped after a net was dragged across it trying to access the river.
There were Two observers from the location organization there to see how to use the Seine Net, as they were going to demonstrate, or do it, with their Board of Directors.
Before the Program began that day there was a Surprise Visit from the New Executive Director of the Programs Organization,
at the new open sided rusty steel Pavilion of last year, that is slightly off the foot print of the reportedly flooded and demolished Education Center that My Son helped Me Paint a Mural in , while the Now, New Executive Director was a , Then Education Director who was staying at the place now gone..
One or two spot-tail shiners in a couple awkward pulls, no herring, no shad, it was cold ,the tide never seemed to back off on My Birthday.
I had agreed to work Friday , a rescheduled rain day that The normal Program Director was going to be away, in his stead a respected Husband and Wife team ,Artist- educators that I have worked with from the beginning of My association with the organization that developed and runs the programs
It was raining Friday , The Tide Line seemed to be unchanged, the bank seemed to be heavy and sinking.
I took on some water with the final pull of the day, some how spilling over the chest waders and soaking my pants,wallet and flip phone. Noteworthy, as this is the first Year I've carried a phone, The first cold river bottom I've drove Home with. I pulled all of the cards and photos out of My wallet, pictures of my Son over the last six or seven years, a couple Druid Clergy cards.spread out on my Bed to dry.
My Wife and I were to do Volunteer work, after school ,at our Son's schools annual themed Book Fair.
It is a special directed offering relating to the cult of the Librarian, the Library, and Books as a Portal.
Last year was the" Wizard of Oz", We tempera stenciled a yellow brick road.
This year is, now was, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", We were to hang the Contract . I featured here, on "My Druid Priestly Blog", on a stand in the schools decorated Gymnasium.We were also installing Foam and duct-tape factory gates on the front entrance.
After that We were to prepare for Our Special Druid Guests arriving late- late that night to celebrate the Holiday with us the next Day
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