Mothers

Mothers of Things
Mother of the Sun
Mother of Light
Mothers of  Beings
Source of reverence
 before beginning before beginning before
relationship from reference
origin
original
Life portals
Soul doors
Mothers of Movement
Mothers of Sound
Mothers  of Thought
Mothers of Time

-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 !

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

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

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

selective sensation sensitivity sense secret

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

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.