A Song To Spring

What is it that happens when two worlds collide? Perhaps they become one in an amazing explosion of passion and joy ... or they totally obliterate each other. In either event there is that moment of complete oneness, that moment of uncompromising togetherness shall we say.

Hard to imagine sometimes, how on a serene and Sunkist day such as this, that there could be any volatility in our lives ... let alone any feelings of sadness or dismay.

Life, as I have always seen it, is a misty water color or happiness and love. Whether by ourselves or with another, it is only disturbed from time to time by fleeting moments of remorse which occur when our dreams are awakened and brought to task by ignorance of what we have in fact.

To walk in the garden of love and light is to exist in timeless solitude together with another. What more could one ask for but to be safe and serene in anothers arms? I would gladly give my life for such a moment and have done so before. Once we experience such bliss it is hard to return to the mundane and therefore I choose not to.

So what has this last year taught me and brought to me? Perhaps a reafirmation that my existence on this planet is mine for the making and that no one can change that unless I agree to the terms. That we are children of the universe  and as such have the right to compose and act out our thoughts and dreams just as the planets and stars above follow their own course. We, all of us, are special onto our selves and are therefore our own masters.

So lets us all join hands and sing of spring. Let us live life in love and it's rememberings!

Living in Your Element

I have lived in the clouds for most of my life. It started as a child when my grandfather and I would sit on the porch and identify shapes that would come and go on a cloud filled day such as today. I would later in life live in those very same clouds as an adult, as my travels took me around the world in my search for a purpose.

Being born an Aquarian - a creature of the air, I have always found myself more comfortable removed from the chaos of life on the ground. Not that there is anything wrong with earth and fire signs, because they are most necessary in the completion of life's drama. I am, however,  at my best when floating on clouds of ether, in a place where I can rest and reflect, and regain my energy.

Today I am in the air once again - this time on my way to Houston and my Taurus - the man who has grounded me and helped to keep me from disappearing into the ether ... there is most definitely the possibility of that if left to my own devices.

I think that we are all, in our own way, creatures of our respective astrological signs. The sign imprinted on our souls at the moment of birth. However how we handle our gift or what we do with it is totally up to us. I had a teacher long ago who consoled me very wisely that, "It is not what we have been given in life that makes us who we are - but rather how we make use of that which we are given."

We are born of the elements and must learn to control our earth, wind and fire. It is our decision as to how we use our special gifts, and in turn benefit from them. I have found my special place in the clouds that comforts and console me, but I have also found my other self in the face of my decisions. One cannot exist without the help of the others and unless you wish to disappear into your element you must embrace them.

So while we must live in the moment we must also remember the past and anticipate the future because it is in that trilogy we are reborn.

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Oh my god! I had totally forgotten the wild but manicured world of the European country side until I saw this photo. How other worldly it can be to drive through what looks like a Disney set but is in fact real life!

For years my partner and I would hit the roads of Europe in our rental car de jour and wind our way through the wonderland of ancient and surreal landscapes that cover the continent. Like a sweet and fragrant frosting on a rich and filling culture the sereneness of it's spectacle overwhelms me still.

I would often ask myself, "What is it about the terrain of these places that make them so different than ours"? One day while looking through a book of European landscapes it occurred to me that they are, in fact, manifestations of centuries of loving care and sculpting by the hand of man!

Perhaps it is the sculpting of nature that makes the wilds more desirable to me. There is something about taking control but at same time loosing it too. As I look back at times past, it is the special moments that have defined me, that have taken me over and molded me into what I am. Neither a creature of the new world nor one of the past I seem to exist in that twilight word where things are always in flux but at the same time secure.

To have been so lucky as I, what more can one ask. When pain becomes joy and life breaks forth again from a long winter's sleep. To mix and mingle in the muddle of life and from this mulch bring forth a flower to behold, a song to sing and a life to remold.

Life is good again!

Mystic Rejuvination

There comes a time, some time in spring

when thoughts take flight and angels sing!

A time of joy, a time of love

a time to venture forth above.

What is it then that gives us the potent energy

 to pursue life's tasks with such synergy?

Tis the song we sing that in response 

cannot count on promises which do surmount

Our desire for eternal bliss

lies hidden in the springs first kiss

Several times a year I find myself lost in the mystic rapture of seasonal rejuvenation ...What is it that  makes the seasons so important to me? What is it that fires my soul with thoughts of resurgence?

Much like the Robin or the Cardinal that inhabit my back yard and have done so for 18 on years, I feel the cosmic pull of the universal call to procreate. Oft times it is the mere act of planting, or the desire to be fulfilled whether physically or spiritually, the force runs deep and strong in all living things and so must be fulfilled.

As we make our way through the many fields and facets of life there is always this undertow that seems to pull at our very souls. Once we were free spirits of the air and then a rest among the leaves so fair, but before we venture forth again we must mix and mingle, marry elements.

So I think the call from nature is just a call, to remind us ... that is all!

The Ides of March

Every year about this time the earth awakes to the sounds of spring. You can feel the energy surging up from the soil to meet the warming sunshine  and begin again the never ending process of this thing called life.

My life this year has taken a most definite turn and the excitement of regeneration is heavy in the air. One thing that is certain is the fact that love is in bloom and the scent of it's blossom is fragrant and intoxicating. The promise of such emotion is exhilarating and fills me with life.

As March whirls and blows it's way into my life once again I am reminded of my many other lives since I seem to be a perennial of sorts. Lives of many years and those of not so many ... times of trial and times of exuberance. Life is like a crossword puzzle - one never knows what letter you will be dealt or for that matter how to use it until it is there. But the beauty of it all is the simple fact that every day is a new day and every endeavour is a fresh one. If we are cognisant of who we are and where we want to be it can be magical but if we are lost in the maze of humanity it can be deadly.

So I say, come to me March whether Lion or Lamb and give me your best shot. I have been here many times before and I am ready for many and more!

Desert Spectres

As I walked the desert trail up from arid scrub brush to lofty pine trees, desert daisies interspersed with vibrant verbena and swaying sage grasses welcome me. I felt as though I have crossed over to a different place ... somewhere that I had not been before - or was I merely seeing this spectacle in a new light, and through another's eyes?

I had been to the desert many times before but this time it was different again. I was no longer the spectator ... I was the guide and teacher. My new found love and I explored this mystic land together as two star walkers might, discovering it's secrets and basking in it's mid day sun. At night we would sit by the fire and watch the shooting stars as they would light up the blue black sky and talk of our adventures that day while drawing close and feeling each others warmth.

I have determined that the desert never changes ... it is I who change every time I venture to it. It is I who bring the changes and perhaps it is the desert that blesses them and makes them real. My dreams and wishes are distilled here. Like a giant dream catcher it takes my troubles and concerns and transforms them into happy thoughts and positive energy. What is it about this desolate tranquility that ignites my soul and fuels my very being?

Very few have been invited to my magic mountains and even fewer to its secret streams. Only a handful have been allowed to revel in it's reality and even fewer to drink it's powerful potus. My desert is a magical, mystical land and if you are very lucky you too may feel it's awesome power one day - It is in me ...

Past Perfect Piles

I'm sitting here looking at several piles of debris from 2011. Things that I had promised myself to disperse before the new year.
So here it is January 30th and most are still here. But wait a minute does it really matter that the clock has put me into another year? Obviously I wasn't really ready for it!

How about I create my own schedule here ... What if I move in my own time for a change and set my own time frames. I know I sounds rather radical since we all live in this world ruled by deadlines but maybe it is the deadlines that need to be readjusted or just plain done away with.

What is life if not a celebration of the the moment? After all does it really matter if we don't accomplish everything that the day has laid out for us - would it not be better if we instead enjoyed the things that we can accomplish and bring joy to the effort?

How many times have we all said to ourselves that we wished we had taken the time to enjoy this moment or that and then lost it forever, never to reclaim it again.

This February is my 64th year on this planet and I have no idea how many more I may enjoy. But one thing is sure and that is the fact that however many more there are I will savor each and every one!

Come on life bring it on ... I am hungry for every moment that I can enjoy!