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That make the biggest diffeence!
I was walking along “Dog Beach”, the beach where the most sociable, happy Dogs get to run free. I saw these 4 dogs run towards one another from different directions, wagging their tails like they were meeting old friends. Perhaps they were! Maybe they were locals wbho meet each other every day at 11 am.
Or perhaps they were strangers so filed with joi de vivre that they simply had to gallop along together for awhile..
Posted by carolom on October 22, 2012
My girl cat Purrly, little Black panther with cat’titude has never accepted Junipurr the fluffy guy and has taught him to chase her by running whenever he comes within 20 feet of her.
This started when Junipurr was 6 weeks old – obviously a major threat given his size and fierce rrrroar…
The other day Junipurr turned up in the kitchen unexpectedly and Purrly was so outraged she hissssssed fiercely at him. So fiercely she dislodged a furr ball!
Have you ever seen a cat hissing and growling whilst also barrfing up a furr ball?
Junipurr was fascinated and kept looking from me to Purrly with a kind of ” what thu” expression on his furry face.
The moral of this story? Take a lesson from your “enemy” and chill out Purrly~Gurrly….
Posted by carolom on May 11, 2012
*Dedicated to Dr Jean Houston in Celebration of her 75th Birthday. Teacher my Teacher we danced in your Mystery School Class Room and New Possibilities were born.
Thankyou from the bottom of my ‘art.
An Ode to Creativity:
I have been tantalised by Creativity
Titillated, tickled, tricked and traumatised
Creative impulses have exalted, uplifted, transported, supported, delighted
and then simply disappeared!
I have been courted and caught
and taught by that Invisible Force
In fact Creativity often visited me in the night whilst I was sleeping
It breathed magic into the mundane and tragic into some old pain
as I tossed and turned in my bed
And then it left, just before I awoke
like a one night stand who crept away before I could discover his last name,
leaving my room sparkling with the cryptic presence of that which was both
delightful and desperate at the same time
On Full Moon time, Creativity was a brilliant orb, sending tides of possibility
crashing upon each and every neuron
After all Creativity is a close cousin of
exasperation exaggeration and expectation
and not a predictable relative at that.
Alas pre-Moonstrual tension has been known to send the ungrounded Soul
into a spin of restlessness culminating by a kind of lunacy
ah what might that old Luna see?
On a warm summers day Creativity is a fuzzy peach on a purple beach
and nothing makes sense to senses on fire that are crackling with words like
incense and desire
timeless love that will expire
Room for rent in a Mind for hire
There was a time, during the on again off again stage of our relationship
when neither of us were truly committed
and Creativity and I parted ways
I had a fling with Apathy, that promiscuous partner who seems to demand far more
than what is given
It was a dark day of the summer of discontent and Apathy kept me very busy crying and sighing
oh how I yearned for Creativity’s tenuous embrace
But then I awoke one day – Yes THE Awakening
and I found that Creativity had glued itself to my lungs and & every breath was like a brand new Thought.
I breathed a sigh of relief…
From those tumultuous days of high tides and low rides in an ocean of Creative uncertainty
We have found a new place
We set up home together
We are – dare I say and tempt fate – Happily Married
Tempted by no other although Apathy has tried to come knocking once or twice.
Snug and perhaps some what smug in one another arms we have long passed the
I love you- I hate you- I can’t live with you- Can’t live without you phase that had us fazed
The illusions have passed and we have birthed
brought to life so effortlessly
no longer relying on cheap red wine, that elixir of creative angst and discontent
a familiar friend when drama and chaos seemed like the necessities of a Creative mind and altered state
As a committed couple who have worked out our differences, we truly understand one another now.
Resilient companions we know each has our own season and cycle, brilliant fruits, breath taking foliage, prickled thorns and tenacious weeds.
A garden we are co-creating together no longer baring pitch forks ready to spar!
Contrary to The Secret that whispered & shouted to millions “I AM the Creator” in my life
I have been joyously, painfully, recklessly, relentlessly shown -at long last-
that life here on Earth is a co-creative journey!
Sigh. I don’t have to do it all alone and make it all happen anymore.
I never did of course but thats what The Secret said.
And no longer do I lobby invisible Angels
or thank them for not answering my prayers during desperate heart and troubled mind times
because I know that Creativity is the life force and it is in every cell of existence
as we inhale and exhale one another through the eons of Time
Indeed we are Creations born of Creator
here to Create
so I no longer wrestle with trying to create that which is not yet ready to be born
or trying to Create with all what I think I know
I simply immerse myself, bask, swim & luxuriate in the
Yes I awoke one day and Creativity had glued itself to my lungs
slid down through the tendons of my arms,
moved into the muscles of my imagination and
proposed to me.
Of course I said “I Do”….
Posted by carolom on May 6, 2012
This is a Story about a little cat with a Big Dream.
He knew there was more to life than the single beam he was walking on. So he walked forth with determination!
Alas at the end of his walk he came to a great canyon and he knew he had to make a decision…
If he did not cross over, he would forever remain on the shed most travelled…
So, like all catalysts of change who had travelled before him he leapt forth, keeping his eyes on the destination, ignoring the cold cruel concrete canyon below him.
Focus. Vision. Courage. These were the things that propelled him forth.
He landed safely, a little shaken but nevertheless happy that he had crossed the seemingly impossible divide.
Alas, once he reached his destination all was not what it seemed.
It was in fact a dead end. A flat expanse surrounded not by trees and balls of wool and fields of possibilities…
There was instead a thick concrete wall that prevented him galloping over the next shed shaped hill!
He was disappointed. He miaow miaow miaowed in sorrow.
And his miaows attracted the attention of a young woman who was doing some traveling of her own.
Of course she offered to help him.
And at first he reached out to accept the help that she offered him.
But then, like Simba who has remembered something the Lion King had whispered to him….
…he stepped back from her outstretched hands, determined to make this unexpected leap on his own, just like the first one.
It had given him assurance to know a stranger has offered to help him but he knew he had to refuse her good hearted offer.
“Please., let me help you ” she implored, her own hands now stretched open wide like a human trampoline, ready to break his fall.
“Please leave” he said “Go now…I must do this alone”.
So she left, a bit relieved truth be known as it had started raining and she had answered his miaw miaow miaow without her slippers on.
When she left he took a big breath and leapt forth…
He landed safely.
This had been a big adventure.
A day of taking risks, of contemplation and following Dreams.
A day rich in the kindness of strangers, the audacity to leap beyond the known.
And perhaps most importantly it had been a day when he realised that one cat /persons rubbish bin is anothers Victory.
Such is the nature of the ambiguity of Success….
That night he fell into a deep deep sleep, exhausted after the roller coaster of exhilarating possibilities and devastating disappointments.
And in his Dreams, he was back up on that beam, King of His Destiny. A little furry guy with the world at his paws.
His name is Junipurr. He asked me to share his story so that others may also have the courage to follow their dreams, to accept the kindness of strangers
….and to know when you must do what needs to be done without a safety net to catch you…
Posted by carolom on March 20, 2012
Dear Goddess within all things…
Just a quick note to apologise for the exclusion you continue to experience here on earth by the absence of She and Her in a world where God is He and Him and she and her have little letters and the Goddess is barely mentioned.
I understand the historical references to the Divine as Male, Man , Father and Son and that they originated in a different time to the exclusion Woman, Mother and Daughter and that it continues across Religions today.
However please be assured there are many of us who are aware of the importance of recognising the Feminine Divine and are actively naming the of gender unbalanced worship in order to reintroduce the presence of the Goddess.
We recognise Women play predominantly invisible or subservient and secondary roles in the Stories used as the curriculum for Spiritual Development class across many religious groups and we look forward to all that is in store as the Mother-Daughter, Mother Nature consciousness is reclaimed, restored and reignited.
Your SiStars and Daughters, Mothers and Grandmothers and Aunties everywhere
Posted by carolom on February 26, 2011
** Poetry inspired by Imagery**
For a few minutes each day, in the summer time, the sunlight reflects from the bonnet of the car and casts a huge imprint of the lace curtains on to the bedroom wall.
The frangipani tree is sometimes silhouetted as well and the other day I walked past the window and my own shadow loomed before me.
It was a stark contrast to the multi coloured pillow case and purple lamp underneath it.
Seeing the image made me ponder about rooms and invisible memories and how blessed I am to be in a peaceful relationship with a peaceful man.
From my younger years I remembered how we can be so impacted after a relationship ends, that it seems that even though he /she has gone, their presence is tangible and the memories of the lost~beloved casts shadows over our tomorrow.
The imprint of the Love we have lost is represented by a shadow that is only visible to the broken heart. In the photos the rhythmic folds of the lace curtains have been transformed into bar-like lines~ symbolic of how imprisoned we can become to the Love whose time has come and gone and the bitter sweet impact of having loved so passionately for it to then become a story of our past, never in the present again….
So I decided to write a poem. It is a fictional poem but a fact of life for so many who fall asleep nursing a broken heart and wake up to the lonliness of Love lost.
My poem honours the men who weep in silence because they were taught long ago not to show their feelings so they fall asleep at night with it all bottled up inside…
She is no longer in my Bed
For four passion filled years she lived by my side
holding me tight
through many a night
Together we laughed and played and fought
She used to call me her Improbable Mr Right
Then one day with out warning
(I never saw the storm clouds forming)
She said I’ve met someone who is more Mr Right
Within 24 hours she was gone from our
now broken home
which was just a hollow empty shell
and of course I was broken & homeless too….
For long dark hours
in the grave where love sours
I yearned for her presence to
come back to me
Even when I began to date once again
despite my heartache & pain
Her presence hovered in and around
within every living cell of me.
I fall asleep with
the emptiness of her
in my arms
Fire & passion now gone from my life
along with her charms
I miss her outrageous opinions and views
She was my best friend and my Muse
but now another man calls her
My Beloved Wife
Posted by carolom on February 6, 2011
Our Summer garden has erupted with tomatoes, beans, potatoes, cucumbers, strawberries, lettuce and lots of herbs and our first crop of grapes and figs.
Late rains, lots of sun and Sal’s Gardeners know-how has resulted in a rich blessing of organically grown vegetables.
I didn’t know that it is very easy to make sun dried tomatoes. We had our first small plate of them this weekend and have made some more.
I will update the photos as the tomatoes begin to dry.
All that is needed is:
Cut them in half longways, leaving them joined at the bottom
Sprinkle the tomatoes evenly with salt.
On the third day the two trays have shrunk to one and we can see the tomatoes begin to look like the Sun Dried Tomatoes they are becoming…
Posted by carolom on January 29, 2011
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